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"I...I...Please...m-master..."

The transformative changes the pair were undergoing were felt even more intensely by the trembling, mewling feline--and for good reason. In his case, it was not only species that would undergo a miraculous transformation, but also gender.

Powerful sorceries in liquid form now infused them both down to the very core of their beings. Dizziness swept over them and a certain degree of light-headed detachment from their physical bodies. Though they did not realise this, but they were fortunate to be numbed from the agonising intensity normally experienced by full-body transmogrification; Rashalak had been more merciful than one might have given him credit for, given how painful it still was.

Rrrrrripppp...

With the sound of wet, glistening leather, glossy, sea-green scales manifested itself upon both of their backs. They arched as white-hot heat spiked, exposing their spines to a lurid degree as furred flesh messily gave way to sleek, leathery scaled hides. Had they been able to touch them, they'd have found that the texture of smooth, more akin to snake-skin than the rough and gnarled hide of some elder dragons. In this, they reflected the sleek, sinuous nature of their overlord.

Oneness with dragon-kind...

Raia's bulging-eyed stare fixated on the handpaws splayed out in front of her and struggling to hold her upright. The short, sharp claws--neatly manicured and polished to a gleaming greyish black--were now lengthening and turning a lurid yellow. There too now, the pale-grey fur was giving way to all-too-familiar scaled skin that steamed as it overwhelmed the soft, fine pelt that she took such pride in the neat upkeep of. Tufts of falling fur littered the soft, earthy ground around her as she forever lost on the characteristics of her wolfish breed.

Scales...scales like Rashalak...

Embers of her keenly-inquisitive and scientific mind sparked into a dull glow, but enough to inform her in a dazed, haphazard fashion that such a thing was possible, with enough dark sorcery and...alchemic knowledge.

Ha.

The irony was not lost on Raia. She had played a part in her own downfall--the primary part, in fact. She had dutifully concocted that which was turning her into...something else. Something draconic.

Her moment of sardonic self-awareness did not last long. Both she and Oreo howled out in near-unison as transformations reached their peak. They were shedding fur at an alarming rate now, and both were caught in a mid-point stage where they had both traits of their original species and that of a draconic hybrid. One paw in both worlds, to an observing eye.

My chest...it's so tight...feels like...it's going to burst!

Thankfully, no such grisly fate awaited Orio. What did 'burst out' were roiling mounds of firming, voluminous scaled flesh against his increasingly furless chest. He, soon to be she, gazed down at the nascent breasts swelling with every passing second. Orio was leaving his former existence as a soft-furred lynx far behind, as Raia was leaving her wolfishness.

The feverishness was taking its toll on their minds. Successive waves of steaming, roiling heat was leaving them dizzy, dazed, and extremely susceptible to mental-imprinting. The kind that Rashalak, with his psionic link to their minds already well-established, would excel at.

You are such lovely females--both of you...

Deep reprogramming of self was difficult, even for one such as he. The mind would reject what it could not readily see through the senses. Rashalak could easily have overwhelmed the minds of his slaves, particularly when they were already predisposed to domination, as Orio had been. However, long-term imprinting would have been difficult and disruptive to their oh-so-fragile minds. But now, with flesh and mind knitted in sorcerous unison to transmogrification, it would be entirely possible.

My lovely females...so fertile...

Orio and Raia both let out groans of ecstatic, awe-ridden pleasure as the mental voice of the dragon boomed out and echoed in the minds. It sounded mightier than it had ever before--and _extremely_desirable. Within seconds of the reverberating echo and their subliminal messaging ebbing away, they were already craving to hear it again.

Lovely females...

Lovely fertile females...

Both of you...

Orio's sense of self was already tenuous. By the time that Rashalak had begun to coax him into acceptance of a new personality and self-awareness, both overtly and subliminally, there were already deep cracks in his psyche.

Lovely female...

Fertile female...

Female...

"I...am...your fertile...female...bitch...breeding..."

The words tumbled out in a tone that was more feminine than masculine, though Orio's voice had always been soft. Something had clicked mentally into place, though she no longer could clearly remember what kind of truth had been accepted. Rashalak would see to the washing away of any remembrance of former self. They were words that pleased the dragon to hear, and words that sent a fearful chill along Raia's arching spine as some shred of her awareness latched onto the terrifying undertones to Orio's halting declaration. She could already feel her own willpower to the truth, the deliciously undeniable fact, contained within them and desperately now fought to hold her own against the deep-seated, clamouring compulsion to repeat those words herself. Acquiesce to her true nature as a fertile dragon-female.

"Fertile...a-ah _...__ a-ah_..."

A terrible burning and itchy sensation was manifesting between Orio's thighs, where the last remaining evidence of her former maleness was vanishing beneath a roiling tide of transforming scales, instead becoming a plump, feminine mound and wide hips to house the _womb_that would soon find itself the incubator of their first clutch of eggs.

"Ferti...fertile..."

The urge to play with the soft-scaled lips splitting and puckering into a reptilian vagina was too intense, too demanding, to resist for very long.. Orio hissed as she scraped a pair of long-clawed fingers across her nascent sex and parted them to reveal the wet, dark-pink flesh within; she was already yearning for it to be stuffed, both for the purposes of pure pleasure and to satisfy her breeding desires.

Fur, feathers, and unfurred flesh was being shed swiftly now, discarded as needlessly as the sense of their former selves. Raia's increasingly-featherless wings drooped and began to shrink inwards, pulled as if being drained away, just as Orio's maleness had been. She would be a wingless draconic hybrid, not a true dragon like her sire and soon-to-be breeder. She would be no less fertile than a true example of his kind though, just able to carry fewer eggs. But enough to satisfy his needs and demands to create a brood.

"I_...I...fertile..._"

She was almost there. The reshaping of her canine muzzle had also reached its peak, morphing into a blunt, round reptilian snout. Her tail also had become longer, more sinuous, and decorated with elaborate yellow swirls that reflected the exotic and elegant nature of her sire. Thin, backswept horns were jutting out from both her and Orio's heads, both of them crowned with long locks of deepest sea-blue that was not so dissimilar to her own natural hair colour, but had been a startling transformation for Orio, and just one among many.

Accept my eggs...find my favour by bearing them...

More statement than question, Rashalak would spare no time for his new fertile dragon-hybrids to adjust to their new state of being before putting their bodies to the test as incubators. True dragon mating rituals were long and uncertain affairs, and would likely be considered open battles by those who witnessed them. The bloody, competitive nature of the ritualistic breeding had kept their numbers relatively few in number and the hierarchy of dragon-kind static for centuries. Those with large and long-established broods of fertile females and loyal offspring were dominant and unassailable.

From a pouch that neither Raia and Orio had seen in the time they had served Rashalak, fist-sized eggs were retrieved by uncoiling tentacular fronds designed for such a purpose. With another true dragon of his kind, they would meld with fronds hanging from female's sex and disgorge their eggs through the tubular lengths. Through no small effort of will and patience, Rashalak had trained his control over those fronds to be more dexterous and capable of finer manipulation, such as the feeding of eggs into the waiting wombs of his new incubators.

Of course, they would still need to be incubated, and the ambitious dragon was certainly anticipating the pleasure of 'breaking in' his females.

Accept my eggs...

"H-Hah...mmph!"

"A-Ah, y-yes!"

Orio and Raia groaned and panted out their barely-comprehended pleasure as the creeping embrace of the mating fronds touched their virgin dragon-sexes. Orio's expression of her exultant relief and joy at being chosen to bear her sire's eggs was stronger and louder, given that prior predisposition to submission and adoration.

Shlick...

Raia groaned as the first of the round, glistening and fleshy orbs, each containing a seed of dragon-life waiting to blossom, was forced into her. Her wet, twitching folds provided very little in the way of resistance to this impregnation, and the sensation of being so penetrated and impregnated, so new, pleasurable...and...fulfilling, yes, fulfilling, was overwhelming. The new instinct, the compliant personality imparted upon her thrilled as the first eggs sank into her and was pushed upon the fleshy tunnel by the fronds and a matte of fibrous membranes lining it into the waiting, corrupted womb so designed to bring them to term.

Shlick...

Orio clawed at the ground and spread her thighs as wide as the could while still maintaining her balance as the first of the eggs were inserted into her. Only when they were fertilised would an outer shell harden to protect the spawning contents within.

Five eggs...five eggs each were stuffed into Raia and Orio. Both now had concave bellies where their burdened wombs had expanded and pushed out. They were both panting and hissing heavily; each wholly draconic, wholly stuffed, and very, very eager their sire to finish their breeding.

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Rashalak needed to be very careful. His new females were far smaller than a true dragon, and therefore had to be bred with more 'gentleness' than one his own kind. Only a quarter of his lengthy, curving, ribbed sex-flesh would be able to safely fit into them without causing harm to both they and the eggs. For Orio and Raia though, even that was fraction would be enough to fill them beyond anything they had felt before and drive them to a maddening edge of bodily ecstasy. Both were already in the throes of bitch-heat as the urges for fertilisation drove them to pant and groan with need. Respectfully prone on all fours before their sire, their scaled bodies glistening with humid moisture and their sexes dripping with sticky fluid, they gazed back at him, unable to do little more than tremble with barely restrained rampancy and show their desperation for fertilisation with the hunger in their eyes; the sooner that they were fully bred, the quicker they would be able to disgorge the first of Rashalak's corrupted brood and be ready to be impregnated with a second clutch of eggs. Then a third, and more.

Orio was the lucky one to be bred first. To say she was on all fours would not be strictly correct. Like many predators, true dragons enjoyed the act of pinning down their pray through tooth and claw. Unable to lock his jaws around the back of her throat to subjugate and hold, Rashalak used a forepaw to press his breeding female down into the swampy dirt and raise her rump to accept the blessing of his fertilising seed and the physical pleasure from the act.

Big and powerful, physically intimidating and grunting in rapturous hissing bellows of lusty satisfaction that washed over Orio in snorted jets of foetid air, Rashalak radiated a powerful aura of dominance that both intimated and aroused the pair of transformed dragon-slaves. Raia watched, filled with a passing jealously, forced to wait her turn and watch as their shared sire pushed her 'sister in dragon slavery' into the dirt and readied himself to skewer her with his shaft. She greedily yearned to be in her place, but found some soothing comfort--and relief--through idly playing with the chain of the leash clamped to the collar around her neck and through teasing her warm, needful sex.

Soon...

Barely able to turn her head without digging her sire's claws into her shoulders, neck, and back, Orio cried out in sheer desperation as Rashalak enjoyed her lustful squirming. She was so small, both of his females were, but they would serve their purpose and increase his power. The sense of predatory dominance of being overcast by their titanic breeder was...intoxicating and arousing, to say the least!

"Haaah..."

Orio let out a keening whine, both of pain and deeply-felt relief as the slender tip of Rashalak's dragon-cock pushed against her sex and demanded entry. With her upper body still pinned in place, she had to fight to reach around her rump, spread her thighs and pull apart her dripping slit to allow even that much into her. The sensation of even that shallow penetration, where slender for a dragon still held more girth than that any normal anthropoid. Orio already felt stuffed beyond capacity, and yet her sire was thirsty to sink his curving shaft deeper into her. She would be grateful to know how restrained he was being, and how the urge to force himself into had to strongly resisted. Rashalak's instinct was to breed her like one of his kind, and to do so would prove fatal.

"Hnnh...a-ah...ah..."

Cum, you lucky bitch...cum!

Raia peevishly chewed on a strand of her hair, having worked herself up into a state of need and desire that would have shocked her former self to imagine herself experiencing. No longer coldly intelligent, collected, and driven; the only ambition that she now held dear to her heart was to take Orio's place beneath her sire. To feel his mighty clawed paw pushing her down where she belonged...to fertilise his eggs and give her a rewarding orgasm...

Her anticipation reached its peak as Orio's ecstatic, shrill groans of deepest bodily pleasure reached their crescendo. Through sheer force of will, she had managed to take in almost a quarter of her sire's length, even though it felt tight enough that should would tear in two. She wanted to demonstrate him how much she wanted him, to show how eager she was for breeding and to coax him into delivering that which she most desired: to be feel the onrush of his steamy cum inside her egg-stuffed womb.

YES...YES...YES!

Raia exalted inside as after two full-body orgasms that robbed Orio of her strength, and had left her little more than a squirting, shivering heap beneath Rashalak's forepaw into which he injected his seed--which lead to a third, Rashalak roughly retracted, pushed her off his twitching, seed-stained member and turned his attention to her.

My turn now; I will serve you well, my lord!

So rampant was Raia, so eager to feel him inside her, that she forgot her earlier sullen sulkiness and crawled forward on her hands and knees to wrap herself around Rashalak's drooping member and rub against the excess of seed. The lewd and perverse act, completely submissive and ravenous, would have again shocked her earlier self, but she was too drunk on her own lusts to really be aware of what she was doing. The big dragon stopped, shivered and let out a lusty snort as Raia squeezed the leathery, ridged shaft and felt it stiffen into reborn rampancy as she squeezed, caressed, and greedily licked at it and drank up the warm, musky fluid. With her chin stained and licking her lips to relish its taste, she smirked over at Orio as the feeling of competing with her for their shared sire's attention resurfaced, but the former feline was too far gone to even be aware. The exhausted, blissed-out dragon-hybrid was in a state of semi-consciousness and would remain so for some time. Thick strands of cum oozed out of her gaping, red-raw sex and dripped onto the back of her legs and heels. Raia felt a jolt of fierce excitement as she appraised her 'rival'; it now looked to her to be the perfect state of being to be in: freshly bred and pleasured beyond comprehension.

I will claim you now too, my lovely female; may our offspring ascend me into primacy...

Claim me!

Raia's keening cry of satisfied, relieved delight echoed until it was overshadowed by a bestial grunt delivered through snorted jets of air as Rashalak pinned her in place and touched her mind to deliver his promise. She groaned, her ecstatic cry heavy and raspy, until her throat gave out and she felt into arrhythmic whimpers and squeals of sensual delight as she took felt the touch of her sire's cock against her oh-so-needy sex.

CLAIM ME!

The passage into Raia's molten intimacy was easier for her, lubricated as she was through self-pleasuring and the seed-slick texture of her sire's member. But, it was still incredibly overwhelming, and she felt practically skewered to her very core as she wriggled and spread herself open to his rampancy with lewd abandon. She panted and shivered as he slid into her, centimetre by blessed centimetre, until she could be filled now more. She was wholly given over to him, in both mind and body, and craved the kiss of his seed.

"N-Ngh...a-ah...y-yes...yes!"

She too was in the depths of her own peaked pleasure when she felt Rashalak's claws close around her, digging into her scaled flesh hard enough to draw blood, and the big beast's cock twitch and recoil as its slit parted to disgorge her own serving of fertile seed. Raia arched her back and cried out in mindlessly-pleasured triumph, howling out in masochistic pleasure in time with her sire's own roar of triumph as his second female's eggs were bathed and fertilised. The act of being dominated so, of being bred, sent her careening into a powerful orgasm that reduced her to a shivering, moaning mess of bred dragon-flesh that mirrored Orio's. She too half-slid, was half-pushed off his member as the selfishness at the core of dragonkind asserted itself, and Rashalak's thirsts and breeding urge was sated. There would be no aftercare for them, no tenderness, merely a dazed, listless semi-conscious bliss until they recovered their wits and their strength to serve again.

Rashalak's plan to breed a new generation of dragons using transmogrified females would turn out to be a success. Soon Raia and Orio would be joined by others, all members of a harem that would grow larger over time, as would their brood, especially when the first of the offspring came of breeding age and sampled the pleasures of all-too-compliant females of their own...