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It was another cold dawn in early spring, threatening to make the newly sprouted flowers and leaves wilt again, an icy morning mist covering the fields and pastures. The sun was just barely beginning to rise, preparing to bathe the lands in its life-giving light once more.

Normally, it'd have been a quiet morning in the kingdoms of the dragons. You'd have farmers tending to their flocks, others cleaning their caves or houses, blacksmiths working their trades with fiery breath and magic alike. Perhaps the odd drunken drake stumbling home, having slept in a ditch after a particularly wild party. Once upon a time, not too long ago in the grand scheme of things, dragons had still lived in the wild, and as such, their civilizations were merely nascent. Lacking arms like certain other species had slowed progress down; building an abode large enough to house a fully grown dragon would take months, if not more than a year. Still, as long-lived as dragons were, and with their inherent magical ability, progress was certain. Of course, they did not live forever, and one ancient nearing the end of his life was what had disrupted the typically tranquil village.

The word had spread quickly throughout even the small countryside villages. The princess was in heat, and the aging king had made an offer that sounded insane; any male that successfully bred her would take the throne, and with it, the princess as his queen. However, with a king of draconic blood, everyone knew there would be a catch, and certainly enough, such those tales reached the little town of Brackwater as well. There was a deal, a contract that any prospective male would have to agree to; they only had one chance to breed the princess, and if they failed, they would join the king's harem, transformed into females themselves, to be his to use as he pleased until the end of his reign.

These details, of course, frightened the older dragons enough that few took the opportunity. They knew all too well that there'd be even more tricks, stipulations, and deceit, particularly as the king was a redscale, his kind being known for their cunning and two-faced dealings - or so the stereotypes went. As great as the possible rewards were, they knew they'd be unlikely to succeed, or else someone would've already done so, and the punishment for failure was too harsh. The king, while very old, was still a dragon, and being near the end meant he could well live for another ten or twenty years. Few wanted to risk having to serve him for that long, not to mention losing their masculinity in the process. This lead to two kinds of drakes taking up the offer; those wishing to be females instead, deliberately failing at the challenge and seeing serving the king as the price to pay to fulfill such wishes, and the young. To the young, who still had their fiery hormones raging through their bodies, lacking the wisdom and experience of their elders, the consequences seemed distant and unlikely, and the possibilities seductive and endless in turn.

So it was for the two brothers, Keldrian and Caizoth, or Kel and Cai as they were known to their friends. They had an uneasy relationship, with Kel being much bigger than his brother, who most would call a runt, smaller and weaker than the rest of his kin. While Kel was a big, strong brute, perhaps the greatest warrior of his hometown and the type most imagined when mentioning the word dragon, his brother was anything but. Hewas less decidedly masculine than his brother, had more of an intellectual bent, and was less interested in warfare and physical exercise. Regardless, he was just as much subject to the typical male_urges_, and the mere thought of getting to mount a princess in heat - even without the promise of receiving an entire kingdom with her - affected him just as much as it did his brother.

Kel laughed at the idea of his brother even considering it. "You'd be the smallest king we've ever had," he said, after the smaller dragon had told him about the idea. "Even if you succeeded. But you'll just end up as a breeding hen."

He boasted that he'd definitely be the next king, going as far as bullying smaller males into abandoning the idea altogether, and Cai got the worst of it, often driven out of the village or even pinned down and clawed by his brother. But he was not the type to relent or bend, and during those hours spent out in the forest alone he_planned._

He thought of every possible situation that could occur, every additional bit of trickery a deceitful king might try to pull in order to ensure his continued reign. Perhaps the princess was merely a runt like himself, kept flaccid by some magic to make him appear female. He'd have to make sure that wasn't the case. Perhaps she was a female, but sterile. Another thing he'd somehow have to rule out. There could be magic at play, and he'd have to figure out how to break a protective spell like that. Perhaps there was no princess, and anyone who came to the castle was simply enslaved. Possibly, the males might be the problem. Too young to be thoroughly virile, or too distant from the redscales. A red and a golden dragon would struggle to breed, but a red and a blue would do it easily. At least that wouldn't be a problem from Kel and Cai, both of them being green and known to be compatible with reds, but then they'd surely be denied entry.

Such planning wasn't Kel's strong suit. He resented having to spend a single day longer in his village, knowing he had a much grander destiny to fulfill, but being young, he still had obligations. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't immediately up and leave. What he resented even more was Cai insisting to come along - not out of brotherly worry for what might happen, but rather because he'd be a competitor that he couldn't scare off. No matter how much he abused the smaller drake, they were still brothers, and he could never _truly_hurt him. It was with a lot of grumbling that he eventually agreed to bring him. After all, if he wanted to be a hen, it was his own fault.Not that he really had a choice, since both drakes were dead-set on taking on the challenge, albeit with their completely different approaches. For Kel, it'd be a very primal one; he was a virile specimen, proud of his potency, already having sired a few clutches despite his young age, and he trusted that masculine strength to carry him to victory. Cai, on the other hand, would take a more strategic approach.

As much was obvious when they finally set off. The larger, stronger brother wanted to get the journey over as soon as possible, always pulling ahead and grumbling when he had to stop and wait, whereas the younger one wanted to conserve his energy for the eventual end goal, preferring to take his time. Of course, mostly, he had to adapt to his brother's pace, since anything else would result in unnecessary conflict. Still, Kel wasn't entirely incapable of compromise, and they did stop a few times on their way through the various towns, rural areas, and forests. Eventually, the center of the kingdom loomed ahead in the valley, the great city of Dragonfort, unimaginatively named by an unimaginative, long-dead monarch. But he had at least been the first to establish actual collaboration between his kin, enough so that they'd been able to begin living in relative civilization and peace, rather than hostile tribes and territorial individuals. It'd been hard for most to adjust, but nowhere they were, entering through the city gates and then those of the enormous castle itself.

The princess was there, laid upon on a pedestal with a pile of silken pillows, next to the king's throne, curled up in a most sensual manner. Although she was a feral dragon like the others, it wasn't hard to tell her gender, with a slightly wider posterior, her smaller horns and finely-sculpted muzzle, as well as the deep crimson scales that the lights of the throne room made glitter as if on fire. Even without the sheer silk adornments on her body, it was in stark contrast to the king, who sat, as expected, on his throne. The ancient dragon was gnarled, to say the least. His scales were dull, his horns larger and more curved, with little hacks, scars running across his broad, masculine muzzle.

Cai didn't allow himself to be distracted. Not immediately. He kept looking for any signs of whatever deceit was going on, but nothing was apparent. The subtle vibrations of sustained enchantments carried through the air, but that much was to be expected from any dragon, royals in particular. His gaze drifted to the king's servant, a vixen standing next to the throne, observant and seemingly ready to cater to his every whim, though her expression was glum despite her best efforts, tail held low and ears drooping. Cai didn't know much about the foxes, beyond them occasionally choosing to serve dragons, but he made note of her.

Kel, meanwhile, was practically molesting the princess with his eyes. A quick glance at the dragon himself revealed that his sizable maleness was already peeking out of his slit at the mere sight of the beautiful female, undoubtedly imagining mounting and breeding her. Oh, Cai certainly felt the stirrings of arousal himself, but he was more able to shut them out, focusing on the situation at hand. After all, if he let his cock lead him, he might end up losing it. He'd tried to warn his brother several times despite his abuse, but he hadn't listened, and he'd stopped trying long before they arrived at the city. His fate was his own, whatever he chose.

"The king will now address you," began the vixen, her voice cracking as she tried to sound as important as possible, and the king growled, shoving her away roughly, apparently displeased at the slightest imperfection. Cai felt a surge of empathy for her. He knew how it felt to be pushed around by someone much stronger.

"So I will," the king roared. "You two, young greenscales. State your names," he commanded, deep and raspy in his vocalizations.

Kel stepped forth. "My name is Keldrian, my lord, and I have come to take you up on your challenge," he replied, posturing as he did. "I wish to try to breed your daughter."

"Very well," the king answered, with a vague hint of amusement in his voice. "You'll make a fine addition to my hens."

Even Kel had the common sense not to challenge the king's assertions right in front of his guards, but internally, he bristled at that remark. He was plenty virile, a big and strong male, certainly enough to fill any female with eggs. The king would get punished for that, once he was dethroned, the older brother assured himself. Perhaps by getting transformed into a hen himself.

"And what of you, little one?" the red dragon continued, focusing his attention on Cai, who immediately stepped forth. He made no attempt to appear as anything but he was.

"My name is Caizoth, and with your blessing, I would attempt your challenge as well, my lord," he replied. A quiet murmur went through the observing nobles. While he felt self-conscious - no doubt were they all judging his stature - he forced himself to focus. "I do not mean to question you, my lord, but there are some assurances that must be given first."

"And what would these be, peasant?" the king answered. He didn't sound angry, as much as demanding.

"Can you prove to us that your daughter is indeed in heat and fertile, my lord?" he asked. Another murmur, louder this time. To his surprise, the red dragon didn't seem terribly offended; a good hint that her heat was genuine.

"One of you may sample her. Daughter, present yourself," he grunted, dispassionately.

Cai took a step forward but was violently shoved aside by his brother, who approached the princess without saying a word. She in turn stood up, turned around with feminine, sensual grace, and lowered her front to the ground, leaving her hindquarters upraised. She flicked her tail up, letting it curl over her back, revealing a glistening slit. The scaleless flesh was swollen with obvious need, and Cai only got a brief glimpse of it before his brother, watched closely by the castle guards, stuck his broad muzzle right against that heavenly little opening. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, and his cock swelled to its full length rapidly. He stuck his tongue out and lapped once, slowly, along the whole length of her vent, tasting her heat directly, and his hips twitched with instinctive need in turn as that primal scent of seduction burned through his nostrils and tastebuds. He gave a dominant growl, but somehow managed to keep from mounting her right then and there. If he did, he'd surely be punished, and he just barely had enough presence of mind to avoid risking it, Cai figured. But from his glazed eyes it was obvious he was barely keeping it under control, his ridged shaft rock-hard and ready for breeding.

While he felt ashamed of it, the mere sight of the princess assuming the natural mating position, not to mention revealing her draconic flower like that, was enough to make even Cai's focus falter, and despite his best efforts, he felt himself swelling, joining his brother in openly displaying his lusty arousal to anyone who'd behold it. He wasn't as well equipped as his brother, as was to be expected from his smaller stature, but nonetheless he was very distinctly a male drake, his shaft soon proudly erect with its protruding ridges and pointed tip. He tried to shift his weight to hide it, but in doing so, he caught a glimpse of the vixen servant looking at him. As they made brief eye contact, both immediately looked away, but there was a clear sense of interest from her.

Although the vixen was a mere fox, Cai felt drawn to her regardless. Her soft feminine curves, the strange mammalian breasts, it was almost as interesting to him as the princess. Of course, she was strictly off-limits. But he felt a little surge of pride knowing that he was, at least, appealing enough to draw the gaze of someone who wasn't even the same species, and that in turn made him feel a little less embarrassed about his visible arousal.

The princess lowered her tail again, tucking it between her legs, hiding her sex away from the prying eyes of the two brothers, before curling back up on her pillows with a pleased smirk on her face.

"I will breed her," boasted Kel, his cock throbbing beneath him as if emphasizing his words, leaking clear, slippery precum onto the throne room floor. It was an impressive sight, Cai had to admit, and if there was any kind of chance of the contest not being rigged, he'd undoubtedly be successful given how productive he was.

"You are aware of the consequences if you fail, yes?" the king asked, neither intimidated nor impressed.

"I won't fail. She's going to swell with my eggs," Kel continued, arrogant and sure of his own virility. It was almost charming, in a way, thought Cai, or it would've been, had it been anyone else.

"And you, runt?" the king looked at him. The smaller dragon was starting to feel frustrated at the way he was addressed, but correcting that would have to wait until he had taken the throne. Because, of course, small as he might have been, he knew he could do it as well. Although with a different approach.

"I will attempt it as well, my lord," he stated.

"Perfect. I look forward to having two new hens to breed," the king grinned. "My servants will show you to your quarters. You'll even be served dinner. Tonight, the first of you will attempt the challenge. I take it the big one will take that role?"

Cai made no attempt to answer, and sure enough, his brother did. "Of course. Not that my brother will have a chance anyway after I've mounted her. She'll have a growing, round belly in the morning," he spoke vainly.

"Brothers, hm?" the king replied, his interests piqued. "Remember, if it turns out you're not quite as potent as you thought, you'll be sisters for me to breed instead. Your attempts will take place here, in public, on her very pedestal, to make sure you do not attempt anything deceitful. I trust you are capable of doing that?"

"Of course," Kel growled. "Might as well let everyone see me breed her," he continued, cocking his leg to give the attending nobles a good look at his dragonhood, that meaty spire of flesh he was so proud of, that'd surely lead him to victory. Cai noted some impressed gasps, some scoffs. He was rather big, and it'd be a tight fit into the smaller princess, certainly deep enough to reach the very entrance of her womb. Not that depth really mattered, the younger brother knew that much. All it took was spilling one's seed in her receptive body, and nature would do the rest.

The two were led to separate parts of the castle, no doubt so they couldn't conspire together, although the servants made it clear that Cai would be allowed to watch his brother's attempt, if he wanted to. And he did, not only because of how erotic it would be, but because it might reveal what exactly the royals were doing to make the challenge harder, if not impossible. But it'd be a few hours yet.

Before any of that, there would be dinner, and as he waited in his quarters, deep in thought as usual, he realized that he'd have to make sure there was nothing in the food that'd reduce his virility. There were so many possibilities for trickery and it'd be hard to rule all of them out, particularly when he was distracted by lust, remembering the princess - and the vixen - and unable to help but imagine them in all kinds of situations with him. He could've taken care of it, but that'd only serve to reduce his potency, and so he'd have to manage. He decided to take a little walk around the visitor's wing, to see if a little exercise would help him clear his mind, and perhaps think of anything else.

The castle was certainly opulent. Even the part of it that he was in was enormous, and it'd have to be, to house this many dragons. The masonry - built with both labor and magic - was a far cry from the little cottages of Brackwater, typically hewn of rough logs. He desperately wanted to explore it, but chances were they wouldn't allow him to walk around freely, so he opted to simply walk through the corridors and the public garden outside, his claws clacking against the stone and echoing through the halls.

He couldn't stop thinking about the princess. Oh, certainly the gardens were beautiful, with their carefully groomed oaks and apple trees, the little pond and any number of fiery, red flowers, but his thoughts were on other types of flowers. Cai shook his head, taking in a deep breath. Things would surely get easier once he was as old as the king. Perhaps his sex drive would quiet down a little. He considered himself an intellectual, a scholar, but yet couldn't deny those urges in the slightest, despite feeling awfully self-conscious about them sometimes. When he was surely he was out of reach, he craned his neck to look at his undercarriage, and his maleness in particular, still jutting out of his vent, ebon black and glistening, demanding attention. He'd always found it a little odd how much such a simple piece of flesh could control one's behaviour, driving males like him into any number of situations better avoided. He wasn't immune; after all, the reasonable option wouldn've been to stay home and ignore this entire challenge, but at least he could resist the worst of it. His brother, on the other hand, was so controlled by his lusts that he'd end up losing his very masculinity.

So he thought, at least. With a sigh, he looked back up, making his way back into the visitor's quarters, and almost immediately, something bumped into him with a thud and then a loud crash. The vixen from earlier, he recognized, but she had a fearful look in her eyes. She wasn't hurt, but when she scrambled back to her feet, she looked at what she had dropped, and it seemed like one course of a particularly large meal. Cai had never even seen any meal with several courses, but he was familiar with the concept, and it seemed fancy even as it laid scattered on the ground.

"Oh gods, I'm so sorry," the vixen stammered, running her paws through her long, orange hair in obvious stress. "They're going to kill me," she continued, and up close, she looked almost malnourished.

Cai wasn't the best at dealing with what others felt, but he felt guilty since he was the cause of it, having walked around lost in thought. "Calm down," he spoke. "Who's going to kill you?" he asked. It wasn't a pleasant situation, but on some level, he welcomed it, at least as a distraction from his lust.

"The king's guards, this-" she snapped. "This was meant for the- the princess."

"What was it?" Cai asked.

"Dinner, you idiot- sorry, I'm..." she replied, snarling first and then profusely apologizing. "Her dinner. If I fail at delivering a single royal or a guest their meals again..."

She seemed overworked, the green drake thought, used as the announcer in court, as well as what was effectively a waitress. He felt a pang of empathy, knowing how she felt. He looked at what had fallen. Although there was a lot of it, none of the components seemed particularly unique or exotic. A juicy-looking steak, some eggs, some of what looked like peppers. Nobles of other species might've scoffed at it, but the dragons had always kept it simple, meals like what they might have in the wild, only with higher quality ingredients prepared more carefully. There was even a saying about it among the other species; "living like a noble dragon," referring to those who happened upon wealth but didn't change their habits at all, carrying on as they always had.

"If my meal is the same, you may serve it to her instead," Cai offered. He was hungry, and the offer wasn't entirely for altruistic reasons. It'd be good to have an ally on the inside, even if she was a mere servitor. She might have insights on how the royals' schemes.

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The vixen didn't like serving the king, but she had no other choice, repaying a family debt as she was. The dragons had allowed her parents to settle on their land, foxes being their preferred servants, and in exchange, each of their offspring - and then, the children of their children - would have to serve a certain number of years for any of the upper echelons of nobles. She had been unlucky enough to get picked by the king himself, which was an honor. Supposedly. But she found herself wrung dry, used for seemingly every task, including manual labor, which the slender young fox decidedly wasn't built for, and with each failure there would be punishment.

When the king had announced his perverted little contest, she'd known instantly that it wasn't what it appeared to be. Yes, he was old, but he was not the type to ever truly relinquish power. So she'd sat there, by the throne, and watched as male after prospective male failed to breed the princess, only to be transformed into lusty dragonesses for the king's harem, egg-makers to eventually produce the right heir. The red dragons were very picky about who they would choose for succession. Everything mattered, from the shape of their horns to the way their scales reflected light, and so far, none had been found. Instead, his offspring were sent elsewhere as bastard outcasts. Oh, the princess was one of the few he hadn't pushed away, but these dragons were a patriarchal society. She would only serve as the true regent's consort.

Sometimes, the vixen suspected that the ancient red drake wasn't truly trying to find a successor, but simply enjoyed breeding his growing harem of subservient females. The thought wasn't entirely without appeal to her. There was, certainly, an arousing aspect to it, and after spending her entire life with more dragons than other foxes, she'd found herself beginning to fantasize about them. Most were entirely too big for her to ever mate with, not to mention she'd developed an aversion to the reds, but there was still something thrilling about watching the males mount their partners and breeders, their dominant roars and the powerful thrusts of their haunches as they drove those ridged cocks into vent after went with nearly animalistic fervor.

That was why she'd been excited to see a smaller newcomer, still much larger than her, but maybe, just maybe...

The problem was that if she didn't help him, he'd undoubtedly end up as yet another breeder. She had decided to try to approach him, to see what kind of male he was, and perhaps offer her assistance. Subsequently, she'd been forced to abandon the plan, kept hard at work serving meals and cleaning, but then fate led her right into him. Literally, as she carried one of the many, heavy meals she'd be serving tonight. And when he offered to let her replace the lost dinner with his own, she knew he was, at least, worth helping.

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"Oh, thank you, thank you," she cried. "I'll... have to finish my work first, but-" she paused, hesitating for a brief moment. "I'll see you in your quarters after your brother's attempt," she finally spoke, and then dashed off in a blur of brilliant orange fur.

That left him hungry for the night, but he was familiar with that feeling. Kel often stole his meals as a whelp, and sometimes even still today. At least the hunger distracted him somewhat from the constant arousal, which was threatening to grow. He was starting to suspect some manner of spell of lust, subtle but powerful, weaved into the very masonry, because even as he laid there in his temporary lodgings, staring at the ceiling and trying to meditate on the situation, he found himself feeling pent up.

Soon enough, luckily, everyone else had finished their dinners, and it was time for Kel to attempt breeding the princess. He was escorted back to the throne room, only to find it surprisingly empty, as if the event wasn't interesting enough for the nobles. He supposed that would only be the case if they already knew the outcome. Still, a few observers were there, and he was placed among them. He watched as Kel approached, clearly showing off for the audience, his breeding rod bobbing underneath him as he walked, already dripping precum that was sure to be rich with his swimmers.

Kel felt confident. After he finished with the princess, she'd be so fat with his eggs that she would barely even be able to walk, much less fly. Every muscle in his body was straining to pounce her, clad in silk and gold and already presenting herself with obvious desire. He wanted to pound the dragoness with reckless abandon, but he had to wait just a few moments longer. His internal balls ached with desire. He barely heard the king's words, beyond their affirmative tone, as busy as he was staring that that luscious vent.

The king said something that sounded like "start" and Kel gave a rumbling churr, his legs stiff as he approached the princess once more. She was wearing a tiara today, fashioned from gold and inlaid with gems, matching the gold bracelets that held her silks in place. That little reminder that he'd be breeding royalty made his breath quicken with excitement, taking in the princess' scent through flaring, twitching nostrils. She reeked of heat, and Kel intended to be the one to end it.

He gave her another long, sampling lick, right over and dipping slightly into those drooling folds, and that was all it took. He couldn't think anymore, reduced to a feral in mind. He reared up with a flap of his mighty wings and landed on his hen's back, immediately clutching her waist tightly to prevent her from escaping. She was_his._ It only took him a few bucks of his hips before the leaking, swollen crown of his cock sunk into her vent, and it was ecstasy. The tight, almost suckling embrace of a dragoness in heat was intoxicating, and he felt like a far-away observer as his body moved to the rhythm of that ancient dance, his claws digging into the pedestal as he drove himself deeper into her body, each little inward thrust forcing another of his ridges into that heated slit.

The princess gave a low, grumbling moan of of approval as he took her. He imagined her already being pregnant when he first throbbed inside her, rich precum splattering into her. She probably was, with how potent Kel knew he was. But he was going to make sure, to drive his knot into that thirsting body and give it the gift of new life. His thick cum was already boiling inside him, eager to be let out, and so, he began thrusting in a quick rhythm, his ridges popping through her tight opening having both dragons shivering with lust.

It was an impressive show, Cai thought, even though it was his brother. Just seeing two dragons lost in lust like that was inherently arousing, regardless of who they happened to be. A kind of infectious lust that he could see and smell on the nobles he was literally rubbing shoulders with, several males and females both affected, craning their necks to get a better view. All he could really see were Kel's flexing haunches as he rutted the red princess, and an occasionally glimpse of her vent, but the sounds they made were much more detailed. With their juices mixing, each thrust made an erotic squelch as he thrust in, and the thumping of hips against hips itself would've made their actions obvious, even without the growls, moans and purrs.

Kel was in seventh heaven, rutting with wild abandon. He wouldn't last long, but he didn't need to. The princess was already quivering beneath him, and he felt those telltale trembles and huffs that would precede an orgasm. Oh, with her in heat, she was already milking at his length, squeezing down on every inch of him, but it was her climax that'd really suck his seed deep into her womb, all but guaranteeing a successful breeding, especially with his swelling knot keeping it all inside for a while. Not that it'd be needed with how she was eagerly tilting her hips towards him.

It was a short, delightfully animalistic coupling, and soon enough, Kel gave a loud, triumphant roar as he drove his knot into his hen, her vent clamping down around the very base of his maleness, making it swell until he couldn't do anything but twitch as those euphoric convulsions began in his loins. He grunted, biting the princess' shoulder, grinding himself against her and driving his cock as deep as he possibly could, and then, bliss. He throbbed heavily deep inside his fertile mate, the first throb dry, but the second sending the first sticky, ropy mess of his heated seed spurting through his shaft, erupting from the swollen tip and splattering, as nature intended, against the dragoness' cervix. Another followed, and then a third, and the male was quickly reduced to feverish snarls and grunts as his release wracked his body. With a high-pitched hiss, the princess gave into the sensation of being bred and Kel felt her fertile passage contract around his length, a sense of price and lust swelling within him as their bodies worked together to ensure she ended up with a big clutch of eggs. Or so he thought.

Then, it was over, the dragons tied together and exhausted, panting together on the pedestal.

"Keldrian's seed has been spilled and his attempt has been completed. If there are no signs of pregnancy by tomorrow, a punishment will follow, and we will move onto the next challenger," the vixen announced, trying her best to sound official and interested.

The nobles slowly filtered out of the room, and Cai followed with them. He didn't feel too bad about his erection, not when the other males were sporting their own, and the females smelling of arousal. The only problem was that it'd probably make it even harder to sleep and have enough energy for tomorrow, but then again, maybe letting himself cum just once wouldn't hurt his chances. It was a balance he'd had to strike.

By the time he'd settled down inside his temporary home, there was a knock on the door. He knew who it was, of course; the vixen. She stepped inside.

"Hello, Caizoth," she spoke, and the dragon greeted her in turn. She was beautiful, for a fox, clad in silks similar to the princess, just barely covering enough to not leave her fully on display. But it was her mind that he was most interested in, and he focused his eyes on her face, rather than those strangely alluring mammalian curves beneath those thin silks.

"Hello. I'm afraid I don't know your name," he replied.

"Vaine," she replied. "Parents said I was a beautiful kit, and thought that name would remind me to not let it get to my head," she smirked, stepping closer to the prone drake. "But, yes. I have something important to tell you."

Cai gave her a nod, his earfins perking.

Vaine made her way over to the dragon, holding a finger in front of her lips. She took a deep breath and then began to explain. "I'm sure you've realized that the contest is rigged," she whispered, so close to the dragon's ear that he could feel her warm breath on it. "The princess is in heat, yes, but she's protected by magic. A single mating has no real chance of fertilizing her..."

She paused, eyes darting across the room as if expecting someone to barge in and take her away, but nobody came. "Your brother has already sealed his fate," she continued after a moment of hesitation. "Normally I wouldn't care, but you seem like a good person, so I'll give you this warning; if you mount her, you'll end up being bred yourself."

Cai nodded. "What exactly protects her?"

"I think it's weaved into the tiara she wears. I overheard them talking about it. It's not a strong spell, and several matings would overwhelm it, but the guards are here to stop such attempts," she explained.

Cai thought about this for a moment. "I suppose there's nothing to do but escape," he stated, a little disappointed, but he could make an escape and they wouldn't catch him, not if he set off now.

"I could help you," she murmured. "But it'd be a risk for you. If I somehow stuff her with more of your seed than a normal mating would produce..." the vixen continued, trailing off. "But if it doesn't work, you'd be left as female."

_That_took much longer to consider, because it was a choice with very real consequences. No doubt would they keep him under closer surveillance once he'd actually attempted to breed the princess, with little chance of escaping. "We could have you spill your seed in a condom. Or into..." she trailed off, the white parts of her ears suddenly growing red as if with embarrassment. "And then I could, maybe, sneak into the princess' quarters at night and deposit into her..." she continued.

"Into what?" he asked, curious.

"Well uh," Vaine stuttered. "Into me, but... sorry, I'm a little pent up. Not many males interested in foxes here," she grinned awkwardly. "But if you become the king, you could- assuming that, you know- ugh," she continued. "What I'm saying is I wouldn't mind mating with you. And uh, I might, if you're not opposed to the idea, want you to do that, wearing a condom... and then I'd, well, help you make the princess swell with your offspring."

Cai looked at the vixen again. At this point, he was aroused enough that he'd been considering humping a pillow, but the curvy fox was a much more pleasant thought. He'd never really considered non-dragons as potential partners before, but his body approved of the thought, and he saw no reason to consciously disagree.

"We could do-" he began, but then the vixen's warm paws were already on his exposed crotch, and gave a surprised growl as those soft pads slid over his ridges. She gave a shy smile. "Before I lose my nerve..."

The dragon rolled onto his back in response, giving the vixen full access to his shaft, bobbing proud and hard in the air, her warm touch feeling _wonderful_against it, quickly making him leak. Clear dribbles of precum were soon bubbling forth from the very tip, running down his already slick shaft as the vixen squeezed and stroked him. Despite his much greater size, the dragon was like putty in her hands, eager for any kind of release and far too pent up to really consider resisting.

Vaine produced a sheepskin condom she'd been carrying, and quickly slipped it over the dragon's member. Such things were a rarity, especially in dragon sizes, as the beasts typically preferred letting nature take its course, but she'd kept on in store just in case she found a drake to play with. They were very potent beasts, able to breed across biological boundaries, and no doubt would she swell too if she let one cum inside her. Not that she didn't want it, but only with the _right_one.

Cai could scarcely understand what was even happening, reduced to little but the sensations pulsing through his maleness. He watched as the vixen straddled him, pulling those silks aside and revealing, for the first time, a pair of pink lips, swollen and soaked with arousal already. While Cai had never seen one before, he knew perfectly well what he was looking at, and as she began to lower herself onto his covered length, he couldn't help but buck his hips, wanting to bury himself deeper into that wet warmth, findinghimself enjoying it just as much as he would a dragoness, those same deep, primal, and undoubtedly _male_instincts triggering, telling him to breed her.

"Thank the gods you're not as big as the rest," Vaine panted, as that nonetheless massive dragonhood lodged itself against her folds. She felt a twinge of hesitation. After all, she was about to mate with a completely different species, and there was some resistance to the idea from her subconscious mind, but she was terribly worked up after watching the attempted breeding just a little earlier. More than anything, she'd found herself fantasizing about the dragoness actually being successfully bred, and that fantasy was so potent she was willing to help it happen, and maybe not just to the princess, but herself.

A little gasp escaped her muzzle as the covered tip wetly kissed her soaked lips, the taboo of the act - and even moreso, those fantasies - having her nectar running quite freely now, dripping from her opening and down Cai's shaft. Ooh. She realized that she was a bit sad about not being able to take him bare, but maybe she could borrow a little bit of his cum after he filled the condom. After all, dragons never really minded breeding. Though the priority, even in her heated state of lust, was to help him. The royals weren't good people, and she wanted to see them knocked down a peg, and hopefully knocked up as well. Having the smart drake she was about to impale herself on replace them would actually make her servitude there a lot more tolerable, maybe even pleasurable.

She relaxed her haunches just a little bit, letting gravity do the work, that massive crown straining against her flower, spreading those dewy lips, and then popping inside with a wonderful sensation of fullness as she took a deep breath, relaxing her inner muscles as well. The dragon might not been as well endowed as his brother, but for her, she was still huge, about as much as she could realistically imagine taking, though any eggs he fertilized might be even larger. The thought of eggs made her quiver, her silken tunnel clamping down on the very welcome intruder, drawing a little snarl from the mighty beast underneath here, which in turn made her moan, and soon enough they were stoking each other's fires, mutually getting the other more and more excited.

She sunk a little lower on his length, and the first of many ridges popped into her, leaving her toes curling with pleasure at those electrifying sensations. She wasn't going to last long, but given how heavily the male was throbbing already, he probably wouldn't either. She found herself rather fine with that, already developing a dull ache down there at being spread so wide, her cunny only ever having been enjoyed by one male before, a much smaller fox at that.

"Rrf," Cai grumbled. "Gods, you're like a vice," he groaned, struggling to keep his hips from bucking into her, afraid of hurting the dainty little fox if he got too aggressive. Not that he_needed_ to buck; the sweet warmth radiating around his length from the vixen's very core, along with the wonderful squeezing around each of his ridges was enough to leave him panting with need.

"Don't hold back," Vaine murmured. "We can have more fun later, just... fill the condom," she panted, her thighs flexing as she rode the dragon's cock. Each time it sawed over her g-spot deep inside that wanting tunnel, she quivered with lust, her breath quickening and her knees feeling weaker by the second. And then, there it was; white-hot bliss. She let out a yelp of pleasure as her release swept over her, her back naturally arching and her toes curling as the sudden gush of her juices left her slipping down onto the maleness inside her, hilting herself on that wonderful tool with a thud as her rump came to rest on the dragon's crotch. She was barely aware of if it, but he soon trembled beneath her, a quiet rumble rather than the expected roar escaping his muzzle, and then, he throbbed.

Although he had the condom on, Vaine imagined that thick seed spurting right into her contracting body, to be sucked up into her waiting womb and making her belly swell. One heavy throb followed the other, and she watched as the dragon's eyes rolled back, and then, how his head fell back onto the bed, with his tongue hanging out as he rode out of his release.

While they wallowed in the afterglow, the dragon fully spent and the vixen's tensions relieved, she dismounted, pinching the base of the sheath she'd rolled onto his member earlier, to prevent too much from spilling out as she removed it. It felt heavy and warm, now, and the outer surface was similarly slick with her own plentiful juices, a realization that made her blush.

"Is that- is that enough?" Cai panted, barely managing to crane his neck enough to see the vixen tying the condom up, safely keeping his plentiful seed inside it.

"Yes," she smiled back. "It should be. After your mating tomorrow night, I'll... use it," she whispered, her voice trembling from exertion, the warm fuzziness of the afterglow leaving her a little clumsier than weaker than usual.

They cleaned up a little together, wiping up excess fluids off each other, and the vixen gave Cai a quick affectionate lick on his muzzle before leaving him to sleep and recover his energy for tomorrow's ordeals. He returned that affection with a slurp that wet her entire face.

As she left, she realized that she wasn't exactly sated, after all. Although she'd just climaxed, knowing what she was carrying in that leathery sheath, safely stored away for later use, had her getting worked up all over again. She'd thought that mating with the dragon would've satisfied that itch, that foolish fantasy of getting knocked up by one, but it only served to further stoke those flames of desire. Some part of her wanted to place a funnel inside herself and simply pour that potent seed into her heated passage, but she couldn't let Cai down. Not only did she feel a fair bit of affection for the dragon, but if he didn't succeed in his task, nothing about her job here would change.

That said, with how pent up he'd been, he'd actually pumped enough cum into the condom to inflate it. She'd only need a fraction of that for the princess' treatment, and maybe... she shook her head, trying to force those thoughts out. It was a lovely fantasy, but now that she had the tools to accomplish it at hand, she hesitated. By the time she'd made it back to her quarters, though, the idea of using Cai's seed to do a bit of risky play had her dripping, her soaked lips rubbing against each other and making her knees feel weak.

Maybe just a little bit, to satisfy that fantasy? It probably wouldn't result in anything, anyway. It wasn't like she'd have a cock pump that warm, sticky mess directly into her womb. She'd just play with it a little and fantasize.

Laying back on her bed, she dangled the filled condom in front of her, marvelling at just how full it was. Gods, she needed this, feeling like her body was burning up, her heat demanding the satisfaction only a male's potent seed could provide. The mating had only made it worse. She'd just do it this one time, and then she'd be alright, able to focus.

She slipped out of her silks again, a paw wandering to her sex, still sore and stretched from the vigorous ride earlier. She nearly winced how how sensitive she was down there, swollen not only because she was deep in her cycle, but also from the sheer pounding she'd effectively given herself. A slender finger began to rub little circles around her nub, gasp escaping her muzzle, but it wouldn't be enough.

Vaine untied the upper end of the condom, the scent of male musk hitting her nostrils like a freight train, making her eyes swim. As if on autopilot, she dipped a couple of fingers into the mess inside, the cum still warn and eagerly clinging to the short fur on those digits. She'd give it a nicer place to cling to. Her heart was beating rapidly as he paw snuck closer to her soaked sex. Now or never, Vaine, she told herself, as one of her clean fingers teased her folds. Do it and take the risk or get a hold of yourself. And so, she plunged those sticky fingers into her depths, the potent cum sending tingles through her body as it came into contact with her sensitive inner walls.

Moaning out loud now, she worked it in deeper, dangerously deep towards her heat-stricken cervix, even dipping her fingers into the condom again to get more of that wonderful sticky wetness inside her. It only took a few minutes of pumping those fingers in and out of her passage before she convulsed with another feminine orgasm, her passage sucking on her fingers eagerly, the contractions drawing those few drops of potent draconic seed deep towards her womb. Reduced to a panting mess of barely coherent blissful thoughts, she fell asleep like that, leaving a few hundred of the dragon's eager swimmers to explore her unconscious body.

The morning came abruptly. Cai was stirred awake from his warm, exhausted slumber, and almost immediately marched to the throne room to behold the result of Kel's attempt. He already knew what it'd be, and almost bit one of the guards in frustration of being so rudely awakened. Maybe the king wanted to see the fear in his eyes when he saw his brother fail, but there'd be none of that. He had his own plan to out-scheme the redscale, and he had no intent of showing any emotion, beyond his morning wood slapping into his belly with each step.

Kel himself joined his brother halfway, much in the same dazed state, although with a grin plastered on his face. "Looking forward to seeing me become king, runt?" he taunted the smaller green, who didn't deign to respond.

All of that malicious joy drained from his face when they entered the throne room, struck first by the same heat-laden scent of the princess, and then seeing her slim body, with no sign of eggs growing inside her.

"You can't expect her to just-" Kel roared as he realized that everyone - the red king in particular - was looking at him like a piece of meat. "It'll take longer than that to show!"

Vaine spoke from her position next to the king. "You know as well as we do, Keldrian, that dragons will begin to show signs of their pregnancies very quickly. Even overnight. You have failed your challenge and must now suffer the punishment."

"I refuse," he roared, and Cai felt the shiver of magic in the air, quickly snuffed out by the castle's defenses, both the passive ones are their sorcerers countering whatever he tried to channel. And then, there was a thundering shock that reverberated through the air, knocking the older green drake down onto his side, his legs twitching as nerves fired randomly, or not at all, leaving him unable to control his muscles.

The king stood up for the first time, a predatory, toothy grin on his face as he approached the fallen male. "Seems like you overestimated your potency," he mocked him. Cai felt a little bad for him, but at least he'd be able to pay the king back similarly when he, in turn, succeeded.

The red positioned himself over Cai's brother, who was laying on his side with his tail having fallen out of the way, offering no protection. While Kel might've been well-hung, watching the king himself start to push out of his sheath was a whole different level, his engorging spire a deep crimson red, almost looking angry, and growing ever bigger.

Everyone knew what happened when two male kin mated. The receiving party would develop a womb, if not lose their masculinity altogether. For most, this was chosen fate, and simply the way dragons worked, a biological quirk ensuring that there'd never be a too severe imbalance in genders. The downside was what Cai now saw was about to happen; a forced, dominant breeding. It wouldn't traumatize the victims, nearly all of them adapting to their new roles and ending up embracing them; dragons weren't like the other species in the world, their mindsets quite alien to most mammals.

Still, when forced upon them, it wasn't a fate most males accepted willingly, particularly not ones as proud as Kel, who fought to resist, to regain some semblance of control as the king nudged that massive spire against his vulnerable, slackened ass, moments away from claiming him.

Cai watched his brother tremble. Even if he didn't want it, his body knew what was happening and responded accordingly, preparing to change before he'd even been properly mounted, readying itself for the catalyst of male virility received inside him. Kel snarled weakly as the king's hips bucked, driving his already dripping length through that tight pucker, spreading him wide open around his shaft. He rested there for a few moments, grunting and growling possessively as he broke in his new hen, letting him adjust for just a second, and then, he began to rut into his body.

Thump, thump, thump. Cai watched, entranced, as his brother was mated, just as aggressively as he had copulated with the princess yesterday. He wondered how it felt, although seeing clear precum slowly begin to leak out of his brother's vent was a good hint. He wasn't erect, but his gradually softening expression, and the way he began to squirm with apparent pleasure was fascinating. He was already being flooded with precum that'd slowly warp his thoughts into those of a breeder, and then, thick warm cum that'd seal his fate and begin changing his very biology.

There was something thrilling about it. Maybe it wouldn't be such a horrible fate, Cai thought to himself. He'd much prefer remaining male, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad. After all, to the best schemer went the spoils.

He lost track of time as he watched the mating. Soon, his brother was moaning, high-pitched and eager, for more. And then, the king gave an ear-shattering roar of dominance, driving his shaft as deep as it'd go, raising his leg so the audience could see that first fateful, heavy throb of his taint, leaving no doubt that he was seeding the lesser male. Kel convulsed as he came in turn, what was quite possibly the last of his seed spilling out of his slit and pooling by his crotch, his hole milking the king's dominant length freely, sucking that transformative cum deep into his body, where it could do its work.

Around him, Cai heard a series of quiet grunts, and the scent of sex hit his nostrils. Several of the nobles, males and females both, had obviously reached their own orgasms watching this powerful, lascivious display. He wasn't far off, himself, lacking only some kind of physical stimulus, but he had enough presence of mind to wait for tonight.

As they were led out of the throne room again, leaving the king and his newest breeder panting together on the floor, Cai forced those thoughts out of his mind. The next time he saw Kel, he'd be his sister, but that was something for another time. He had to prepare, to make sure he didn't meet the same fate. And so, he'd meditate, focusing his will into a single focus, only interrupted by dinner.

Time passed agonizingly slowly, leaving Cai to ponder on many things. Would their plan work? He was fairly sure that the enchanted condom was keeping his seed quite viable. What was happening to his brother? He might have a round, swollen belly the next time they met. Should serve him right. The same thoughts kept looping over and over in his head, but while slow, time did pass, inevitably, towards the evening. And then, it was time.

He decided to fully embrace those typical male instincts, as he was led to the throne room. The breeding wouldn't happen there, but he could imagine it, and there was little else he could do anyway. So as he stepped into that room, barely noticing his new sister curled up on the other side of the king, and breathed in that ever-present scent of heat, he let it sweep over him, to burn its way through his nostrils and inflame his desires and instincts. Just like his brother, he barely heard what the king and vixen were announcing, with his heart thumping with excitement, blood thrumming through his ears and drowning out all the extraneous noise of the castle.

The one thing he heard was "begin", and he stiffly moved over to the princess. He could scarcely believe he was doing this. Even if it meant being turned into a breeder himself, right then and there, he realized he'd probably do it, as those primal instincts locked their iron grip around him. He was drooling as the princess raised her thick tail for him, revealing the source of that hypnotic scent of pure lust, and he buried his muzzle under it, against that soaking wet warmth, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply, his raspy tongue lapping up along her heat-struck slit, letting that tangy nectar coat his tongue and cover his muzzle. And then, he felt her vent quiver around that probing tongue, and he was gone.

Panting with feverish need, Cai reared up, mounting the red dragoness, pinning her down possessively, clutching one paw around her belly to hold onto her, while using the other to steady himself. He was beyond hard, his cock already jabbing against her folds with each automatic buck of his hips, each thrust hitting a little closer to that wondrous opening. And then, on third or perhaps fourth thrust, he sank inside, easily parting those swollen folds as wet warmth engulfed his length.

Oh, did he ever rut her. He drove his shaft into her over and over with nearly feral lust, completely uncaring for all the eyes he had on him as they mated with reckless abandon. Over and over, he sunk into that incredible heat, feeling it clench and quiver around his ridges, milking at him in desperation as he fucked the princess into a climax that sent her sprawled on the pillows, her rear only kept up by the thick shaft buried inside her. And he didn't stop. All that mattered was that primal dance, to get to pump his cum as deep under the princess' tail as he possibly could, sending it splattering into her fertile depths and ensuring that she grew fat with eggs.

He roared out as males always did, announcing his claim, as he reached his peak. Burying himself inside his mate to his very hilt, he gave into that growing pressure inside him, and felt her tighten around his maleness as he swelled, preparing to unleash a torrent of his seed inside her. Mindless ecstasy swept over him as his internal balls clenched, his shaft grinding against those inner walls, and then, he twitched, almost feeling his cum as it rushed up his shaft and erupted into the dragoness, sticky and thick, coating every last inch of her insides with his virility. He throbbed for what seemed like an eternity, his body doing all it could to impregnate her, his jaws gnashing around thin air as he spilled his seed.

Ultimately, it was a brief mating, even though his release was long and strong enough to leave the princess slightly bloated with sheer volume, and Cai felt his normal thoughts return to him as he finally withdrew, a very masculine sense of pride swelling in his chest as he watched a thick glob of his cum spill out of her freshly inseminated slit. It was up to Vaine now to ensure it took. He was too tired, too satisfied to really care, his body feeling nearly limp from the exertion. He made his way back to his quarters through the perpetually murmuring crowd of nobles, and soon, sleep overtook him.

Vaine, on the other hand, was feeling anything but tired. She was giddy with excitement and after everyone else was sleeping, she was preparing to use that filled condom. Her own heat had finally ended, which left her with more mental clarity, more ability to plan, and she'd need all of that as she snuck through the darkened corridors of the castle. Oh, there were guards, certainly, but she was small and much quieter than the dragons they were trained to keep an eye on. Nobody expected a subservient fox, much less a vixen, to cause any trouble. There wasn't much one could do, even if they wanted. Dragonscaless were nearly impervious to damage, and even if they had weapons, foxes weren't strong enough to do much.

Granted, nobody had taken into account this kind of delicious trickery. She slipped behind a guard's back and into the princess' luxurious chambers, finding her curled up and fast asleep, even snoring, quite clearly tired of her earlier mounting. Her heated scent was still thick in the air, and although it didn't affect Vaine, her purpose here had her quite worked up all by itself. Dragonscales might've been tough, and even the softer parts of their bodies would resist most attempts to pierce them, but Vaine knew their weaknesses. With the dragoness asleep, her tail had fallen out of the way, revealing hers, still swollen and red from having been so thoroughly pounded. Even dragons had no natural defenses against simple biology. If a female received a virile male's seed inside her, she could expect to swell.

Well, if it wasn't for magical protection. But this one was weak. It could handle perhaps a normal mating, but that was it, and Vaine had a filled out sheath full of cum to stress the protective spell until it broke, letting those little draconic swimmers swarm her eggs. She gave her a gentle nudge to see how deeply under she was, and when there was no reaction, she pushed a little harder. With a groan, the princess rolled over onto her side, and then, with a little bit of extra encouragement, onto her back, leaving her legs limply and lewdly spread. That was exactly the position Vaine wanted her in, where gravity could do its job.

Vaine couldn't help but let her gaze linger on her slit for a moment. It was pink, and a lovely contrast with the bright red scales covering most of her body, still swollen from the recent pounding and her heat. But the vixen would help soothe that undoubtedly infuriating itch, just as she had soothed her own. She slipped a finger into her, testing how deeply asleep she was, quite enjoying the way her freshly inseminated vent clung to his finger, a strong scent of both Cai's seed and her own tangy arousal wafting to her nostrils. She could almost feel those instincts that so easily overwhelmed males, although not quite. More like a distant echo, like flame far away in the night. Of course, the ironic part of that was she was performing a very male duty, just with a considerably clearer mind and more feminine cunning.

Gingerly, ever so slowly, she opened the condom, feeling the scent make her own nethers grow wet. There was no time for that, though. Every moment she lingered here risked having the princess wake up from her slumber, however deep it was. So she gently spread her draconic womanhood open, and pressed the open end of the condom against those hungering lips. And then, she eased her grip around the bottom, and, Cai's seed would slowly drip out, thick as ever, towards her open and very vulnerable slit. It was enough to make her own lusts fire up, and somehow, she wished she was in the princess' position. She didn't need to be, but... maybe she's just ask Cai to mate with her again once he was king. This time, bare, with nothing between her womb and his cock.

She watched, enraptured, as the first rivulet of cum touched the dragoness' inner walls, wetly clinging to it, a shiver going through the vixen's body from how sensual it looked. More soon followed, and it began to pool around her entrance, some of it dripping onto her swollen mound only to be quickly scooped in where it belonged by Vaine's slender, cunning fingers. She had two fingers inside her now, and as she spread them apart, she watched that potent cream flow deeper into her, thick and rich with Cai's little swimmers. It'd be resting against her cervix now, slowly seeping even through that last line of defense.

Vaine gave the condom a squeeze, sending the rest of the virile essence inside splashing the red princess' open tunnel, dripping down it to rest against the gate of her womb. Vaine massaged her vulva gently, making sure to work all of that thick batter deeply into her, and soon enough, the condom was empty. She stashed it away, scooping up a little of the spilled cum around her lips. The princess had gone to bed without cleaning herself, so she doubted she'd notice that there were two loads inside her rather than only one, especially with the majority safely stored inside her warm womb.

Then, as she watched the fruits of her labor, she noticed the princess shudder as her slit suddenly clamped down, as if around an invisible cock, a little moan escaping her lips. Was she having wet dreams? That'd be perfect, her own body helping suck all that seed ever deeper, likely covering her eggs by now, working hard to fertilize each and every one of them. There was a faint shiver going through the air, and although the vixen wasn't familiar with draconic magic, she took it to mean that the protective spell had given way.

Biting her lip with desire and more worked up than she'd been since... well, last night, she made her exit as quietly as a thief in the night, although one that left her victims with more than they had before.

When Cai received his expected yet abrupt wake-up call, he was surprised to find that it wasn't guards, but a small group of the nobles, of all colours except red.

"Get up," a black one - Cai recognized her by scent as of the more eager observers - spoke, an expression of obvious amusement on her face. "You've really messed things up. In the best of ways," she laughed, the mask of nobility slipping as she gradually broken down into the hyenine laughter typical of the blackscales. "Come. You've succeeded, but you simply must come and see..."

Excitedly, Cai followed the group. All of them seemed quite excited, even giddy, and as the group reached the throne room once more, the reason was obvious. The king was pacing back and forth, his massive claws denting the very stonework. The princess, in turn, was curled up on her pillows, happily caressing an obvious bump in her belly, an unmistakable sign of pregnancy. And on top of that, Vaine also looked pregnant, her belly and breasts both beginning that telltale swelling.

The black dragon approached the king, seemingly eager to rub his failure into his face. Backed up by the rest of the nobles, she could afford the confidence.

"Looks like you've lost, redscale," she announced. "Not only is your daughter obviously carrying eggs, but so is your servant!"

She stifled a fit of laughter watching the king's expression, her entire body shaking briefly. "I speak for the other nobility of these kingdoms when I say that you have a victor, and he has beaten your challenge fair and square."

A murmur of agreement spread through the group escorting Cai, but the king was having none of it. "No! It's not possible," the roared. "There must've been deceit involved. Deceit most foul!"

"Why?" asked another of the nobles. A blue male, with better control over his amusement. "You allowed your daughter to be mounted in the deepest part of her heat. Why would pregnancy be an impossible result?"

The king, of course, couldn't admit to his own trickery, even though everyone but the challengers knew about it. Everyone expected dragons to scheme and plot, but such things were never done in the open. Such was the second layer of kin society; despite emphasis on keeping up appearances, everyone knew that everyone else would cheat, and yet none could admit to doing so themselves, and so, the best trickster would win. And in this case, the nobles had decided that Cai was the victor, having forced the king into a position where he could only directly admit defeat, or indirectly admit defeat by revealing his own schemes.

He did neither, his snapping jaws nearly catching the blue's neck. "Guards! Detain this treacherous scum!" he roared, even as the group encircled him. The guards hesitated. Although the red was the current ruler, he was only one dragon, and as more of the nobility joined the growing mob, they saw themselves outnumbered.

"You'll either abdicate the throne for the newcomer, or you'll be forced to do so," someone said. "You've been beaten fairly."

The ancient red attempted to channel a spell of some kind in a last-ditch attempt of evading his fate and retain his wonderful position of power, but the moment they felt that initial shiver of the arcane, the nobles piled down on him, pinning his thrashing body back-down on the floor. Two black dragons spread his hind legs.

"The traditional punishments apply to both kings and peasants," the one who had woken Cai up spoke, as she turned towards the runt. "You may breed him."

It was a lot to take in at once, certainly. Cai's eyes were drawn to the king's vent. From this angle, all dragons looked the same, at least until aroused enough, and the red male was certainly nowhere near aroused. His eyes drifted to the princess, and then the vixen, however, and he realized that he'd rather spend his lusts on them. And perhaps, his own sister, if she wasn't pregnant yet.

The king, on the other hand, he didn't particularly _want._But a devious thought emerged in his mind. "I will proceed to claim the throne and my queen," he spoke, trying his hardest to match the expected tone of a new ruler. "As for this red drake..." he paused, and the room fell quiet. "She shall be free for anyone to breed. Help yourselves, my loyal subjects. A gift from the crown."

He took a step back and watched as the group took almost a full minute to react to such a statement. Then the black-scaled female fell over, curling up as she howled with laughter. Yet, several of the males seemed to find the prospect of breeding the former king more attractive than amusing, and as Cai watched, cocks began to push out of their vents, almost with a sense of ashamed but excited hesitation.

"I mean what I said. This hen is for public breeding. Your new king has no need for her," he stated, taking another step back, and then - with forced casualness - making his way to the throne to take his new, rightful place, listening to the crowd's increasingly aroused grunts and growls, and the fallen regent's loud protests, quickly silenced as someone clamped his muzzle shut. It didn't take long before someone took the first step, plunging his shaft deep into the red's vent, settling into a dominant rut. And then, moments later, someone took his muzzle, and the crowd was reduced to a writhing mass of lusty bodies, each male trying to be the next in line to fill the new breeder, perhaps managing to fertilize an egg the previous had failed to. Even some of the guards worked up the courage to join in, and similarly, a few of the females offered themselves, too overcome by the sheer eroticism of the situation to resist.

And so, Cai watched as his new subjects mated each other into senseless, blissful oblivion, few holes remaining unfilled, the first of the orgies that'd come to be the hallmark of his reign as Caizoth, the Egg-Maker.

When he chose Vaine as his queen, reducing the former princess to a hen for his harem, it was initially difficult for most of the subjects to accept, but they warmed up to it, particularly when the eggs she was carrying had been laid and hatched, resulting in a new breed of brilliant orange dragons with both fur and scales, establishing a wonderful precedent for crossbreeding among kin, and such hybrids would become more and more common as time went by. Caizoth became, in essence, the king of sated lusts and swollen bellies, breeding even his sister, and his newfound influence led a massive boom in the draconic population. He took a special pride in pumping Kel full of his eggs, delighting in having his formerly dominant, abusive brother writhe beneath him.

As for the former king, she laid many clutches of eggs before succumbing to old age, and was remembered most fondly for those last few years of raising her tail and offering her body for any needy male to sate his lusts on.