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Tav slid his coins across the counter - his last coins - and tried not to grimace as the larger black dragon scooped them up and carried them off. He was now officially broke. That was the last of the money his father had given him. The last of what should have been a much larger heritage. A farm filled with cattle. A decent house and a territory to call his own. A happy family to share it with and help him take over managing the cattle that had been in his family for generations.

That had all changed two years ago, when she had arrived. The 'Hand of the King'. A mix of some kind between fox and dragon. She had demanded the farm be turned over to the king, and when his parents refused, she had... had...

Well. Tav could still picture the scene in his mind. The fox standing proudly, her wings hanging at her side in limp pleasure. Vis, his sister, restrained on the breeding stand with her eyes closed, but obviously enjoying herself as she buried her tongue deep into the fox's cunt. And the wyvern...

The wyvern had mounted his sister and taken her, right there in the barn, as if she was just another cow to be bred. The heavy slams of its hips into her were loud enough to rival its own screeches and warbles, which had been loud enough to reach even the distant city.

It had been so... so... erotic. His own sister, degraded and humiliated by both a lowly fox servant and a wyvern beast, in clear contrast of everything his mother had taught them was proper, and so enthusiastically enjoying it. Tav had to admit that the occasional dream of his sister had started to invade his sleep before that day, and he had experienced the idle fantasy when he woke up in the morning and had her scent in his nose... but actually seeing that happen, right in front of him...

He glanced down as he realized his frills had started to shift into an inappropriate posture for public. He shot a hurried look around the tavern, but it was thankfully almost empty, and the few individuals there at this hour were distracted and hadn't noticed. Or at least, hadn't made any deal of it - it was possible the city dwellers just didn't mind such things.

He shifted in place and curled his tail around, making sure nobody would notice any obvious signs if his attention wandered again. Yes, he had thought about that moment several times since then, often in private, but... mostly he just felt guilt when he thought of it now. If he had done something... if he had helped his sister, then maybe things would have turned out differently.

He had tried to speak up for her afterwards. After the fox fled and his mother arrived to stare in speechless horror at her own daughter underneath the wyvern. He tried to tell them that it had been that fox, that Vis had been tied up and couldn't stop it, but his mother didn't believe him. He had to admit it was hard to believe, with how clearly Vis was enjoying the wyvern's attention - the wyvern didn't seem to care about having an audience in the slightest, and had started thrusting again halfway through his sister's first stammering sentence of innocence. When her protests turned back to moans of pleasure his mother had flown off, yelling for her husband and screaming about the shame Vis had brought to them all.

They had abandoned the farm that very same day - his father hadn't listened to Tav either, and had threatened to leave him behind too if he didn't stop trying to protect Vis. As far as his parents were concerned, his sister might as well have been dead. They wanted nothing more to do with her, or the farm, and so after packing up a few things they left the farm and flew north.

Things hadn't gone so well for them after that. They settled down at a new town for a while, where nobody knew them, but it became more and more obvious that his parents weren't happy together. Without the activity of the farm to distract him the strain grew until his father left one day, flying back to the south. Tav had stayed for a few months after that to try and help his mother, but she only grew more and more bitter and hateful, until Tav finally couldn't take anymore. As soon as another male started courting his mother he left to go after his father, hoping secretly that without his mother's stern disapproval his father would be willing to help Vis. Tav had begun hearing rumors by then - stories that a green dragoness had joined the king's flock of wyverns, keeping them happy and enticing them to stay near the castle and remain loyal to the king by debasing herself and offering her body to satisfy their every brutal urge...

Tav shifted again and forced his frills to stay flat as his imagination wandered.

When he finally tracked down his father and saw his new living arrangements, Tav had been hopeful. The older green dragon had a large house with several fox servants. Several female fox servants. Two of whom were quite obviously pregnant, with a third beginning to show signs of a swelling belly. Tav had hoped that maybe that meant his father would reconsider his treatment of Vis, and maybe even help rescue her from what the plotting fox had done... but he had been disappointed. His father had been happy to see him and had treated him well, but he still wouldn't speak a word about his daughter. Tav tried to bring it up a few times but it only seemed to make the older dragon angry.

So Tav had traveled all the way to Dragonfort by himself. His father had given him some money before he had left, but that was the only aid Tav had gotten. Still, he wasn't giving up. It had been his fault Vis was in whatever situation she was in now - well, at least partially; it was mostly that meddling 'Hand of the King' that was responsible - and he wasn't going to give up on trying to make things right for her.

But things hadn't gone as well as he had hoped. He had quickly confirmed that Vis was in the castle - or at least, that a dragoness matching her description was staying there with the wyverns, though nobody seemed to know (or care) what her name was - but he hadn't been allowed into the castle. The guards had adamantly refused to let him in unless he was on official business, and none of them seemed to consider 'tracking down his lost sister' as a form of such 'official business'. He had turned his attention to the servants after that, even though he wasn't happy with the idea of working with foxes, but none of the letters he gave them to give the dragoness ever brought any response. He suspected the foxes were simply taking his letters - and bribe money - and keeping them.

He had tried speaking with the nobles of the city in the hopes that maybe one would be able to get him an audience with the king, but they were even less help. Only one met with him at all, but after listening to his request that black dragon had simply turned him away without any explanation.

Which brought him to where he was now. Using up the last of the coin his father had given him for food, and no closer to helping his sister than the day he first arrived. The only remaining plan he had was to go beg the guards at the castle gate to let him inside and hope that somehow it led to a different result this time... and with no other ideas coming to mind, that was exactly what he planned to do after his meal.

The delicious smell of a roasted lamb suddenly reached his nose, and he glanced up as a fox servant slipped out of the kitchen area to carry a tray before him. He wrinkled his nose at seeing the fox, but his stomach growled as he took in the sight of the meal. It was small - he hadn't had much coin left - but he was hungry, having waited as long as he could before spending his last coin. He sighed and slowly dug in, trying to stretch the meal as much as he could.

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Tav glared up at the guard and did his best to not feel intimidated. All of the castle guards were larger than him, making him acutely aware of the growing he still had left to do. He was a normal size for a male dragon of his age, but the guards were all either large for their age or older than him. At first he had tried spreading his wings wide and stiffening his frills to make him seem larger, but from the amused looks the guards had given him it hadn't had the effect he hoped for. And they were no more willing to let him into the castle now than when he had first arrived in the city.

Tav had been arguing with them for well over an hour when they suddenly stiffened to attention and looked past him. He lowered his wing and glanced over his shoulder to see what they were looking at...

It was her.

The fox servant that had come to their home two years ago. The one who had driven his family from it and kidnapped his sister. She was wearing a simple outfit like Tav had seen on any number of fox servants before... but the green dragon could clearly remember how she had looked without it, and he tried not to let that memory sidetrack him. She seemed distracted by something as she walked up the path to the castle, but Tav noticed her black wings shift in an expression of pride as she glanced over the guards. It seemed she enjoyed seeing the gesture of respect from the guards, especially when one of them lifted a hand in greeting. "Welcome back to the castle, m'lady."

She nodded back at them and smiled... then slowed when she looked at Tav. Her wings pulled in a little and her face shifted - the green dragon wasn't sure what the facial expression meant, but he got the impression she was trying to place him. He doubted she would remember him since the brief meeting years ago probably wouldn't have left any impression for her, but to his surprise her eyes widened and she stopped in place. "Tar? Tarosh?"

Tav was surprised she even remembered that much, but he shook his head. "Tarosh is my father; I'm T-"

"Tav! How are you? What are you doing here?" She spread her wings out behind her and stepped closer. "You've gotten bigger since I saw you last."

The green dragon blinked in surprise at her manner and felt his own wings drop a little. He had thought a lot about what might happen if he ever actually ran into her some day, but being warmly greeted by her was not something he had imagined. He rose upwards on his legs and pushed his wings out again, puffing himself out and trying to stare down the fox - and definitely trying not to remember the last time he had seen her, stark naked with his sister's tongue probing her...

Right! His sister. "I came to find Viseryn. My sister. You remember her, don't you? I haven't seen or heard from her in two years and came looking for her. I've heard a dragoness that looked like her was being kept here." He paused and tried to look as intimidating as possible. "With the wyverns."

Tav had the nasty suspicion that the fox servant was trying not to laugh at his display of intimidation. Her smile grew a little before she forced it back into the more fitting smile of welcome. "Of course! That is Vis; she asked to move in after my visit, and we were happy to give her a place to stay here." Something danced in her eyes as she spoke, and Tav had no doubt that she was remembering back to the particulars of the 'visit'. "She's quite happy here; would you like to come see her?"

The green dragon blinked in surprise. He had imagined all sorts of horrible things had happened to his sister since she left the farm - kidnapped, kept in a dungeon somewhere and forced against her will to service the lowly fox servants, wyverns, and whatever other beasts of burden wandered by the castle - but to hear she was happy and had asked to live there? She had seemed to be enjoying herself when... when the fox had visited, but that had been only after being tied down and trapped under the wyvern. But if she had gone to the castle on her own and asked to live with the wyverns, then... did that mean Tav had wasted all his money trying to rescue somebody who didn't need - or even want - rescuing?

He nodded dumbly back at the fox, who glanced back at the guards with a short nod of her own. "Come with me then; the wyverns are usually off flying at this time of day, but we'll get you set up with a room for now and take you to her when they get back."

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The fox led Tav through several long corridors and around several twists and bends before she finally stopped before a simple door. She waved in greeting to the guard who was walking back and forth up the hall, then pushed open the door and led Tav inside. "You can use this room while you're here. Go ahead and take some time to get settled; I need to take care of a few things first, and then I'll take you to see Vis."

The fox excused herself and slipped past Tav to leave him by himself. He stared at the room in dumbfounded amazement - the room looked larger than the entire farmhouse he had grown up in. A raised stone platform that served as a bed dominated one side of the room, while the rest of the room was filled by various pieces of furniture and ornamentation. A solid wooden table sat across from the door, a shelf of books with titles suggesting they were patriotic tomes on various historical events of Dragonfort, a rough round rock that would be useful for sharpening claws on, and pieces of art and sculptures... there was so much to take in.

Tav wasn't sure what the fox had meant about getting settled. He only really had his empty coin purse; all his money had been spent on food and attempts to get in the castle, so there wasn't any luggage to unpack or jewelry to store. So instead he just spent some time wandering around the room and taking in all the finery. It was overwhelming, and made him feel angry as he took in all the opulence. There was so much wealth in this room - it was just a random guest room that had been left unoccupied and open for an unexpected visitor to use, but the items left casually on display seemed more expensive than everything that had been in his family farm. The entire herd of cattle might have been more expensive, but the barn, or the house, or their furniture... those didn't compare to the value of this one room.

With all these things already, why had the fox had to come take their farm? How much more did the king need?

Tav paused in front of the bed and stretched out his wings, still unable to grasp the sheer luxury of the room. He wasn't certain, but he thought he could stretch his wings all the way out without worrying about them hanging off either side. He was just about to climb up on the bed to find out when the door creaked open behind him. The fox servant leaned into the room and set a cup holding a small amount of some pink-tinted liquid onto the nightstand by the door. "All settled? I've finished up the most pressing errands and can take you to see your sister now, if you're ready."

Tav nodded and turned to leave the room behind him. He noticed an odd new scent as he passed the cup she had set down. It must be an air freshener of some kind. It wasn't what he would describe as a pleasant smell, but he knew city dwellers grew used to different scents and would find other smells to be nicer than the ones he liked. Oh well. Hopefully he wouldn't be back, but even if he did spend more time in the room, it wasn't exactly a bad smell. It actually made him feel a little nice.

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Tav followed the fox through the hallways once more. He tried to keep track of where she was leading him, and the way back to his room, but he was soon hopelessly lost. It didn't help that the fox's hips swayed in such an interesting manner as she walked, causing his mind to wander back to other activities he had seen those hips involved in. And his mind seemed happier than usual to drift off to those thoughts. He had to pause quite a few times and force himself to look away, thinking about anything but the fox's hips, or her tail, or her...

The green dragon tilted his head in sudden surprise as he realized he didn't actually know the name of the fox who had driven them from their home. A lot of things about her had been burned into his memory, and he had spent a lot of time thinking about her, but... he had always thought of her as just 'that fox' or 'the King's Hand'. With how inviting she was being, he felt a bit of guilt at not knowing her name. Especially when she had remembered his. Well, mostly.

"Um... excuse me; I'm very sorry, but..." He felt his frills twist around his neck in embarrassment, and finally just blurted it out. "I don't remember your name."

The servant had looked worried when Tav began speaking, but that was replaced with a light giggle at his admission. "Oh! Don't worry about it - my name is Vaine. With an I and an E."

Tav frowned as he tried to think of how that word could be spelled with those particular letters, and was about to ask for clarification when the fox - when Vaine - suddenly stopped before a larger door. "Here we are!"

She pushed the door open and revealed a large courtyard. The sides of the courtyard were formed by wings of the castle, and a simple structure that reminded Tav of a barn missing its front wall was set up on one side of the clearing,. The ground was made of hard dirt, though furrows from what must have been large claws could be seen scattered around it. A larger black dragon stood guard by the door they had exited the castle through, but he seemed lazy and unconcerned. Other than an odd piece of cloth that was tied over his nose, he looked just like any of the numerous other guards they had passed in the halls. He nodded towards Tav and Vaine, then went back to looking back towards the center of the courtyard.

Tav followed the guard's gaze. There were two adult wyverns lazing in the courtyard, one looking to be fairly well along in a pregnancy, with several young wyvern whelps nearby. The whelps were playfully chasing each other around the yard and squawking at each other, largely ignored by the sleepy adults, but the green dragon noticed one of the adults hiss when one whelp started biting another, even lifting its head off the ground and starting to get up until the two whelps stopped fighting.

Like the one Tav had 'met' two years ago, these were all a mossy green color, with dim scales that seemed like they would be good at absorbing the afternoon sun instead of reflecting it wastefully away. It would also be useful if they were trying to hide in a forest or swamp, though against the brown dirt and bright walls of the castle they stood out noticeably. The whelps were zipping in and out of sight too quickly for Tav to get much of a look at, but from what he could see they just looked like smaller versions of the adults - their wings were a bit shorter, but they seemed to have the same mossy green coloration and same general shape. Though with how excitedly they were playing, Tav admitted it was possible there were differences he wasn't noticing.

Tav blinked and rubbed at his head as something occurred to him. The wyverns all seemed much quieter than Tav thought they would be. Granted, the only actual encounter he had ever had with a wyvern had been when it was screeching at the top of its lungs as it rutted his sister, but he had always heard they were extremely noisy beasts. The whelps might have just been quieter until they grew older, but even the occasional chirps or squawks from the adults seemed muffled. He looked back at Vaine, feeling his frills stretch out to express his curiosity. "Are they okay? I always heard wyverns were loud."

Vaine's wings lifted proudly. "Oh, that's our spell at work. We weren't sure where to put the wyverns at first because of all the noise they make, so we looked through records to see if Dragonfort had any experience in dealing with them in the past. There wasn't much, but the library itself had a few spells to help dampen noise so researchers wouldn't be disturbed during their work. We just had a mage amp up those spells and put them around the courtyard. You can see a line there on the ground; if you step over it the wyverns will sound like their normal loud selves, but past the line they're muffled enough that inside the castle you wouldn't even know they were here."

Tav nodded and glanced back around the courtyard. The 'barn' seemed to be empty, though it was hard to see in some of the corners of it from where he stood. He didn't think any of those spots were large enough to hide a dragon though. "Where's Vis?"

The fox servant frowned and looked around. "I'm not sure... the flock goes flying in the afternoon, except the ones too far along in a pregnancy to fly, but usually they're back by now." She turned to the guard. "Did anything happen earlier? Why isn't the flock back yet?"

The guard's frills straightened and he lifted his wings a little higher. "Yes ma'am. There was a problem with their food - the kitchen was focused on meals for the delegation from Brackwater, and didn't send any lunch over. The breeding slut went to the kitchen and brought food back for them - caused a bit of a ruckus by trying to carry out a whole cow for them once she saw one getting prepared, but the staff managed to satisfy her with just a bit more than their normal lunch portions. They didn't end up leaving until just over an hour ago."

Vaine flinched at the guard's words. It took a second for Tav to understand, and when it finally clicked he felt his frills and wings rising in anger. "Breeding slu-"

"I don't think we will need a guard for the rest of the day, not with how well behaved the wyverns have been lately, and especially not if Tav will be here with them also." The fox servant shot a stern look towards the guard before pointing back towards the castle. "Why don't you go see if you can help out in the kitchen for the rest of your shift, since they're so busy."

The guard glanced between Vaine and Tav, then gave a little shrug of his wings. "Yes, mi'lady." He moved to the door with a bit of a bored swagger, though his frills twitched a bit in relief when he stepped over the line Vaine had pointed out earlier. The guard gave another respectful nod to Vaine as he passed, causing her wings to lift up a little in obvious pride, then he passed through the door and left them alone with the wyverns. Tav felt the urge to strike at the guard as he passed by for the insult to Vis, but he managed to resist, especially when Vaine pointed back towards the wyverns in the courtyard.

"The flock usually spends about three or four hours out on their flights, with an adult staying behind to watch the hatchlings and the pregnant hens, so they should be back later. You can wait here until then and spend the rest of the day with Vis when she get back. Another guard will start a shift when night falls, and I'll make sure they're briefed and can show you back to your room when you're ready to leave. If you need anything or have any problems, there will be a guard patrolling at the end of either door's hallway."

The green dragon looked back at the fox servant to find her turning back to the doorway, as if preparing to leave. "You're not going to stay?"

Vaine shook her head. "I have a lot of other things to take care of, and the king will worry if I'm gone for too long. I can't wait all day for the wyverns to come back, but I'll try and check back if I do get a chance later."

Tav glanced up towards the unobstructed sky above him and frowned. "You're not worried I'll take Vis and fly away from here when she gets back?"

The fox grinned and waved dismissively back at the wyverns. "You're not a prisoner here, Tav, and I told you that Vis isn't either. I think you'd have trouble convincing her to leave - she really is happy here - and I think you're smart enough to know better than to try and fight her and all the wyverns in order to drag her away against her will." She turned back and pushed the door open, pausing halfway through. "Enjoy the afternoon; there's nothing to worry about."

Tav just stared at the heavy door as it swung shut behind the retreating fox, then shook his head. Nothing about this was even remotely like he had expected... but maybe that was good, if it meant his sister hadn't been trapped in horrible conditions and in desperate need of rescue. If she was really happy, like Vaine said, then that had to be a good thing. But Vaine had been the one who had set everything up in the first place...

Tav decided to stay on his guard and be ready to take Vis away just in case, but that would have to wait until she got back.

The green dragon watched the young wyverns play for a bit, then he grew bored enough to be curious. He stepped over the line in the dirt where the magic began muffling sound, and immediately winced and covered his head. The whelps were loud - they were squawking and hooting at the top of their lungs, or at least at what Tav hoped was the top of their lungs, and it was causing a significant racket. Tav immediately decided the royal mages must have been very, very good at their craft if they had managed to make such a horrible din drop to a barely audible background noise.

He took a moment to get used to the louder volume before he walked across the courtyard towards the frolicking beasts. He started to pick up the scents of the wyverns - it reminded him a bit of the smells he had experienced growing up on the farm, though with a bit more of a spicy, pond-water scent to it, along with... something else, something almost enticing that Tav couldn't quite put a claw on. As he got closer he narrowed it down as coming from the adult wyverns, or at least one of them - though he quickly forgot any thoughts of the interesting smell when both adults lifted their heads to look at him.

Tav froze in mid-stride and looked to both sides, then carefully extended his wing to wave it at the wyverns. "Uh... hi there. I'm just waiting for my sister to get back, and didn't want to stand in the doorway the whole time..."

The pregnant wyvern seemed to relax, but the other just narrowed its eyes back at the green dragon. He gulped, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, and thought about what else he should say...

...but before he could do anything, two of the young whelps suddenly lunged at him and started scrambling over him. They screeched out excited warbles and yelps as they hopped and clambered over his body on their way to the top of his head. They ducked around his horns, then launched themselves into the air and off his head with what Tav almost swore was a shrill 'wheeeee'.

The pair of whelps managed to glide for a little bit after they launched, but it was clear their wings couldn't manage full flight yet. They flapped for a bit but only ended up drifting back to the ground a few lengths away from him. Tav was too startled by the suddenness of the whelps' game to get angry or even worried, and the remaining whelps took his lack of aggression as a sign that they could use his head to jump off of, too.

The sudden flurry of young wyverns mobbing him made it impossible to see much beyond them, but Tav was barely able to make out the adult wyvern letting out a chortling sound as it lowered its head back to the ground. The whelps were all very energized and showed no signs of slowing down, and their excitement was infectious. Tav finally recovered and shifted to stand up on his hindlegs, spreading his wings for balance, and angled his body so the whelps could run up from his tail to his fully raised head. The screeches and yelps grew even louder, but it sounded too much like laughter for Tav to mind, and he joined in with his own laughter as he watched the hatchling after hatchling jump off his head and glide off in random directions.

The green dragon lost track of time as he was quickly dragged into playing with the hatchlings. The whelps eventually grew bored of jumping off his head, and one of them used its head to awkwardly push a leather ball out from under one of the overhangs and over to Tav. The whelps all began jumping and skipping around him at the sight of the ball, and at first Tav didn't understand what they wanted him to do... but one of the whelps - one whose scales seemed brighter and closer to his own emerald color than to the mossy-green scales of the adult wyverns - seemed a bit more clever than the others, and slid its head under the ball before flicking it upwards and 'tossing' the ball towards Tav. He caught on after that and gently threw the ball towards the other side of the courtyard, then did his best not to laugh as the flock of screeching whelps all took off at top speed in their awkward, hopping stride to try and be the first to catch up with the ball.

The victor tried to nudge the ball back towards Tav, probably with the goal of getting it back to the green dragon to have the ball thrown again, but the rest of the whelps mobbed the one with the ball. Everything devolved into a chaotic mass of scales, wings and claws as they fought to get control of the ball, each whelp trying to be the one to bring the ball back to Tav, and Tav couldn't help but laugh at the sight. It was loud, yes, but it was just too cute and happy to not get caught up in the moment.

Eventually one of the whelps - one whose scales seemed to have a reddish tint to them that made it almost look brown - triumphed and tossed the ball back to Tav with a flick of its head. Tav rewarded the winner by letting it climb onto him and launch into a 'victory glide', and while it was still gliding Tav tossed the ball to another corner of the yard. The reddish whelp gave an angry squawk at seeing the game start back up while it was distracted, and Tav could have sworn the other whelps were laughing as they all darted after the ball.

The sun crossed over the sky without Tav noticing as he played with the rambunctious whelps... but eventually his attention was drawn back to the two adult wyverns. They suddenly lifted their heads again and screeched, reminding Tav of their presence in dramatic fashion. A shrieking cry answered them, still a distant sound, but it repeated itself a moment later, this time sounding much louder and closer.

Flying shapes darted into the sky overhead, circling... and then a flock of several wyverns landed on the hard dirt ground of the courtyard, giving a funny series of hops as they shed all the momentum from their flight. Trills and warbles filled the air as the returning members of the flock greeted the wyverns that had remained behind, and high pitched yelps of excitement joined in as the whelps all ran from Tav to greet the adults.

And there in the middle of the wyverns was a green dragoness Tav would recognize anywhere - his sister, Vis. She was a little larger than she had been the last time he had seen her, and her belly seemed slightly stretched, a sign of eggs she must have laid... but it was definitely her.

"Vis!" He felt his frills stretch out in his excitement, and he started to run towards her. She turned her head towards him, surprise in her eyes and her frills as she looked towards him, along with... confusion?

Tav didn't have a chance to think about her reaction. A wyvern - a large one - was suddenly lunging towards him, getting in between him and Vis. It snarled at him, showing off sharp, gleaming teeth that it was clearly willing to use, and flapped its wings angrily.

Tav slid to a stop and hopped backwards just in time. The wyvern lunged forward and bit at him, but its jaws closed on empty air just inches away from the green dragon. Tav started to rear backwards, extending his wings all the way to match the wyvern's and getting ready to defend himself with his own claws.

"Bro?" The wyvern suddenly paused and pulled back a little as the voice spoke up from behind him. It took Tav a moment to place the voice - it had been a long time since he had last heard his sister, but that wasn't it; her voice sounded different than he remembered, with more of a 'chirp' to it. The accent he remembered and still had in his own voice was gone, replaced by something that somehow reminded him of the rhythms he had heard the wyverns warble out.

Tav slunk back down to all fours and nodded, making sure to move slowly so as to not alarm the wyvern before him. He was dimly aware that the other wyverns had backed off, putting plenty of space between the three of them... though that odd smell had gotten much stronger, seemingly coming from everywhere now that the courtyard was full of wyverns. He forced himself to ignore the scent and the strange feelings it brought, and tried to look over the wyvern to get a glimpse of his sister instead. "Yes, it's me! I'm sorry I took so long, but I'm here now - I came to help you get away from here."

The wyvern between them hissed at his words, but Vis' giggle interrupted it. "Why do that?" The green dragoness poked her head under the wyvern's spread wings, nudging at his side as she did, and her eyes gleamed up at Tav. "Family here! And now bro here too; both family here! Come, come! Show things, show things!" Vis pulled her head back behind the wyvern - whose expression had changed to reflect the confusion Tav felt - and she ran off across the courtyard, jumping over another wyvern on her way to the barn.

Tav frowned, torn between curiosity and concern, and slowly started after her. The wyvern that had challenged him darted after Vis protectively, keeping him from getting too close to her and constantly glaring at him, but it didn't stop Tav from following after the happy green dragoness.

Vis led them straight to one side of the open barn. The building was split inside by walls, dividing it into four major rooms. Loose straw was strewn over the room Vis darted into, with a large pile of it near the back. Straw flew into the air as Vis dug through the pile, and both Tav and the wyvern were soon covered by bits of straw, leaving Tav with no confusion as to how the floor had become covered in straw. Tav felt his frills twist in embarrassment as he watched his sister lean deeper and deeper into the pile, which inevitably pushed her rear higher and higher into the air. The scent of the wyverns filling the air didn't help much either. Tav realized he was staring and started to turn away, but Vis found what she was looking for before he could. She dragged a stack of letters out of the straw and waved them in the air. "Look, look!"

It took a moment before Tav recognized them, especially with Vis waving them around so energetically. They were his letters - the ones he had given the fox servants to deliver to Vis. He felt a little guilty at having suspected them of stealing his money now, but it faded at seeing how happy Vis was with the letters. Her wings fluttered as she grinned wildly at Tav. "Got letters! Thanks bro!" She hopped in place a few times before she glanced back down at the pile of straw. "More to show, more!" Vis turned again and started digging through the straw again, though this time Tav looked away from her first.

Instead of another glimpse of his sister's upraised tail, he was met by an annoyed glare from the wyvern following them. They stared at each other for a few uncomfortable seconds before Vis exclaimed again.

The dragoness had stuffed the letters back under the straw and was now waving an egg in the air. Tav felt a bit of alarm at the sight, knowing how easily the egg could be damaged if she dropped it. "Vis, maybe you should put that down..." Tav stepped towards his sister and tried to take the egg from her.

The wyvern hissed and lunged forward, startling Tav. He jumped away in surprise, moving back out into the courtyard. The wyvern turned after him and rose upwards, spreading its wings out until they bumped into the wall. Tav started to rise up in response, preparing to defend himself, when he heard a series of angry whistles and squawks come from behind the wyvern. A thumping noise followed and the wyvern's expression changed to one of annoyance. It lowered itself back to the ground, giving Tav a view of Vis again - the egg was back on the pile of straw and looked okay, suggesting Vis had placed it gently on the straw rather than drop it, but the dragoness had her frills bunched up and had her tail drawn back as if getting ready to hit the wyvern with it. Probably for the second time, if that had been the source of the thump sound.

Vis and the wyvern exchanged a series of noises, and eventually the wyvern hissed and started to walk away. The hiss turned into what Tav could almost swear was a series of unhappy grumbles muttered under the wyvern's breath - or at least, what would pass for 'under its breath' for such a loud creature - and the wyvern shot another angry glare back at Tav when it passed him. It walked back out into the courtyard and settled down a short distance away from the barn, giving a slow blink before staring back at Tav.

Tav forced himself to calm down from the scare and looked back at Vis, and at the egg she had shown him. "That's... um... is that... yours?"

Vis looked at him for a moment in confusion, then back at the egg. "All ours! Belongs to flock." She shoved her arm back into the straw and pulled out another egg, setting it down next to the first egg.

Tav took a closer look at the pile of straw. It was large enough to hold quite a few eggs, if that's where they were being kept. "How many eggs are there?"

"Nine!" Vis stretched out her wings proudly before she looked back out at one of the wyvern, the one that had been left behind while the flock had been out flying. "Soon ten." Vis grinned conspiratorially and glanced towards another wyvern further away from the barn. "Or elee ven." Tav frowned and looked towards that wyvern, but it didn't seem pregnant like the first did, even if that interesting smell seemed stronger when he focused his senses on that wyvern in particular. Vis looked away from that wyvern and towards the whelps still running around. "Rest hatched. Healthy whelps! Gave three." Vis rose up proudly for a moment, then started digging out a hole in the straw. "Keep eggs in, keep warm, keep healthy." She nodded as if imparting some great wisdom, then carefully placed the two eggs back into the straw to cover them back up.

The green dragon stared down at the pile of straw for a long moment. Vis was definitely happy here... she seemed to be managing well with the wyverns, and seemed proud of what she was doing for them. Vaine had been right - there was no way Vis would want to leave like this; Tav would have to drag her away by force if he wanted to bring her out of the castle. And would that really be good for her? Yes, the other dragons back in the city had said some pretty rude things about her, and their parents had turned their backs on her, but... she was happy here, and it seemed like she was being taken care of. Would a 'rescue' really be the best thing for her?

Tav's thoughts were interrupted as the wyverns suddenly started shrieking out in the courtyard. Vis perked up in excitement and dashed out of the barn. "Din time! Come, come; din!"

Tav tilted his head in curiosity and followed after his sister, stepping back out into the courtyard and looking around to see what all the commotion was about. He saw the source almost instantly - the wyverns were all looking towards the castle door he had come out of, though they were all staying a good distance back from it. The door had opened and four fox servants had come through, carrying a long table piled high with trays of freshly cooked meat.

One of the younger whelps started to dash towards the table, but an older wyvern hissed and grabbed the whelp's tail in its mouth. The wyvern yanked it back towards the group, behind the invisible line none of the other wyverns were crossing. Tav wasn't sure what to make of that - the beasts were obviously excited and ready to eat, but they were all staying contained a safe distance away from the foxes, who were just arranging the table underneath the cloth overhang that jutted out from the castle wall. Had they been trained to wait? Tav couldn't imagine the cattle he had helped raise waiting for anything like that, but the wyverns were clearly restraining themselves.

Vis darted happily right past the other wyverns, crossing the imaginary boundary and going right up to the foxes. Tav glanced at the wyverns nervously, wondering if he would be dragged back into line by them as he passed... but other than another angry glare from one wyvern in particular, none seemed to care when he followed Vis up to the food.

One of the foxes spotted him and waved. "Oh, there you are. We're backed up with the delegation from Brackwater so we can't stay; Lady Vaine said that you would be able to help feed the beasts instead. They aren't any trouble, if you just help that one bring the food around." The fox motioned towards Vis, who had started sniffing at some of the slabs of meat. She seemed to be deciding on which one was the 'best' piece, and when she finally decided she lifted the wooden plate it was resting on up off the table, then turned and carried it back to the large wyvern.

The one that was still glaring at Tav.

"If you need any help, the night guard should be here in a few minutes; we passed him getting instructions on our way here." The other foxes had already disappeared back inside while the last one finished talking to Tav, and Tav grinned as the fox glanced sneakily back at the wyverns to make sure they weren't looking before he grabbed a small bit of meat from one of the trays. The fox chewed on it and ducked back into the castle, pulling the door shut behind him.

Vis came back to the table and let out an unhappy huff as she realized the foxes were gone. "No! Back; need help!" She stomped the ground under her in frustration, then turned to Tav. "Bro! Come, come! Help feed! Din!" She looked over the trays on the table and grabbed one, pushing it towards Tav before pointing back at the wyverns.

Tav eyed the wyverns nervously, especially the one still glaring at him - and the meat being chewed deliberately in what looked like extremely sharp teeth. He started to say something, but Vis just lifted her frills in annoyance and pointed again, this time extending her wing to help her claw indicate just where Tav should go. "Help feed!!"

Tav grabbed the tray and carried it over to the wyverns. The wyverns were still hopping about, though one pushed through the rest to stand in front of Tav. Tav set the tray down and pulled his arms back as the wyvern immediately dove in, eating eagerly as if it hadn't had food in a week - though Tav remembered the first guard saying they had eaten just a few hours before.

The green dragon went back to the table for another tray, passing Vis as she carried her own tray. He was picking up another plate when the door opened again, and this time a large red dragon stepped through it. The dragon wore the insignia of the palace guard and that same odd scarf over his nose that the earlier guard had worn. He glanced nervously at Tav before stepping off to stand by the side of the door.

Tav felt a little strange at the guard's expression. What did one of the guards have to be worried about from him? He glanced back at the guard from the side of his eye, and saw the guard shoot a guilty look towards the flock of wyverns.

No - towards one wyvern in particular. Or rather, towards one of the whelps that was squawking and nipping at the wyvern's wings.

The same whelp Tav had noticed earlier, the one with the red coloring added into its otherwise green scales.

Tav frowned at that, thinking. If the guards were around the wyverns all the time, especially when they were fertile... no, that was crazy. Vis had only been with a wyvern because Vaine had... a dragon wouldn't do something like that willingly... would he? Everybody he had talked to in Dragonfort had clearly thought the idea was unthinkable... but they hadn't actually been around the wyverns like the guard had been, had they?

"Bring!" Tav's thoughts were interrupted once again as Vis shouted at the guard. She flailed her wings and pointed back to the table of food. The guard looked back at her like she had insulted him and didn't move. Vis gave a frustrated huff and picked up one of the smaller plates of meat, then put it down right in front of the guard. The guard looked at it blankly, and Vis glared at him and raised her frills with an annoyed hissing sound.

Vis pointed back at the wyverns and shouted right in the guard's face. "BRING!"

Tav tried not to laugh as he lifted two more plates off the table, balancing carefully as he carried it over to the wyverns. The wyvern that had been guarding Vis still watched him warily, but its glare seemed to be softening slightly at the sight of Tav bringing the flock food. The guard finally sighed and moved over to pick up a tray too. "Fine, fine, I'll help this time, but don't get used to it..."

Vis let out a happy warble and went to pick up another tray, only to stop when she saw a wyvern try and snatch the food off both plates Tav had brought over. "No! Too much!" She ran over and hit the wyvern on the head, then pointed forcefully at one of the plates. "This! You, that!" She pointed at one of the whelps, then at the second plate Tav had brought. The whelp whistled excitedly and hopped up to the wooden plate, eagerly digging into the meat on it.

Tav smiled as he watched the wyverns eat, happily helping carry the rest of the trays over to the hungry wyverns. Vis policed the diners and made sure that everybody got enough food, and that nobody managed to get more than their share of food - though several tried - while Tav and the guard carted the trays back and forth. At first Tav hadn't been sure why the foxes had left the table in the doorway instead of closer to the flock, but after watching them eat a little it became clear the table probably wouldn't have survived if they had. The wyverns hopped as they ate and screeched at each other in between bites, seemingly holding quite an animated conversation while they filled up on the steaming meat. If a table had been in the middle of it, their wings would have quickly knocked it over and dashed it to splinters. That may have been learned the hard way - perhaps that was why all the wyverns had stayed away from the table, even though it had all the food? If so, that meant they were a lot smarter than Tav thought... though to be fair, he hadn't thought they were very smart in the first place.

Tav finally picked up the last tray and carried it over to the flock. Vis took it from him directly and started to tear into the meat, holding the tray with her hands but eating directly from it just like the wyverns did. She ate quickly, swallowing down her last piece while some of the wyverns were still eating... and then she dashed back into action, grabbing empty trays and bringing them back to the table. She glanced at Tav and the guard and pointed at the empty trays, then at the table; Tav got the message and started to help, but the guard just ignored her and returned to his post back at the door.

Vis glared at the guard in much the same way the wyvern had glared at Tav, but she didn't press the issue this time.

After a few minutes all the trays were returned to the table, and Vis hopped happily back into the flock of wyverns before joining them in sprawling out on the courtyard floor. A series of chirps and warbles filled the air, less energetic than during the meal, but with a content sound to them. Though that gradually seemed to shift, gaining a bit more of an eager feel to the sounds.

The guard glanced at the wyverns, then stepped over to Tav. "You're, uh... you're her brother, right? It might be a good idea... look, maybe we should go ahead and get you back to your room now?"

Tav frowned, not quite sure what the guard meant.

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Tav collapsed into the large stone bed and let his wings flop limply to his sides. He was dimly aware that, just like he had guessed, the bed was more than wide enough for his full wingspan. That didn't help him feel any better though. His thoughts were firmly occupied with Vis, and how she had seemed all evening. She had just been so happy. Happy to see him, happy to show off the eggs and his letters, happy to help take care of the wyverns... and happy to take care of the wyverns.

The green dragon had discovered that the wyvern keeping him away from Vis had most definitely been male. After dinner the flock's warbles continued to change, and that enticing scent Tav had been inhaling all day had just grown even stronger. The whelps had gradually hopped away to the barn to group together and fall asleep, but the older wyverns had gathered near the far edge of the courtyard. They began crooning to each other in lower voices and sniffed at each other, then rubbed their heads against their sides, or at their heads... even Vis had been getting excited, rubbing against the head of the wyvern that had been protecting her from Tav. One wyvern in particular - the wyvern Vis had pointed out when she had suggested a new egg coming soon - seemed to be getting a lot of attention. Tav hadn't known what was happening at first, glancing at the guard in confusion and getting worried at the glazed, unfocused look that seemed to grow in Vis' eyes... until the other wyvern, the one with the stronger scent, had suddenly spread her wings out and let out a happy trilling sound. She stretched her neck out and lifted her rear legs higher to wave her rump back and forth in front of the wyverns around her. That had clearly excited those wyverns, and one of them was on her in an instant, finding her slit and filling it just as quickly. Tav had watched for half a second before a second trill filled the air - this time from his sister. She was copying the first wyvern's pose, spreading her wings low to the ground and teasing the large wyvern beside her with her slowly swaying rump, tail lifted high... Tav's frills twisted in intense embarrassment as he watched the large male wyvern pounce on his sister and begin to pound into her, right there in front of him and the guard. Rutting his sister, just like what he had watched happen back at the farm.

The other wyverns had also taken that as a signal to start their own matings, and the courtyard had quickly devolved into an animalistic orgy right there in front of him. The large wyvern that had mounted his sister was the first to rut her, but he was by no means the last; it seemed like every male got a chance with every female, though it was obvious even to Tav that Vis' guardian had gotten two turns with some of the females, and three with Vis.

Tav had been too shocked to do anything but watch. Vis had smiled at him at one point between partners and lifted her tail towards him, as if suggesting he join in and mount her too... but the other wyvern expressed his disagreement with that proposal by simply mounting her for his third turn instead. Tav had been happy to stay out of it, though as it wore on the idea of joining in became more and more appealing, and that scent... but eventually the group mating ended. Vis had simply rolled over and sprawled out on her back before drifting off to sleep, leaving Tav's frills twisted in embarrassment as he stared at her exhausted, unashamed body spread lewdly before him. The sight of her thoroughly used cunt was really all he could think of, and the dirty wyvern seed spilling out of it and clinging to the scales of her belly and thighs, with the other wyverns - ones she herself had helped drain - also sprawled out beside her. That thought mingled with the naughty dreams he remembered having of his sister, both before and after her experience with the fox... no, with Vaine... and that brought him to the memory of that event. His sister, mounted by one of the large, bestial wyverns, while Vaine held her head in place and whispered to her to push her tongue deeper and deeper, dominated thoroughly by both the servant and the beast...

How many times since then had that scene repeated itself? Had Vaine been involved in the wyvern orgies, using his sister's tongue while wyvern after wyvern used his sister's pussy? Had the wyverns mounted Vaine too, the way they had mounted Vis? He could almost smell the wyverns as his mind drifted back to the memories of them, and imagined increasingly vivid scenarios the flock might have been involved in. No, he could definitely smell them...

Tav groaned as he suddenly felt the cold rock of the bed against his shaft. Somehow he had managed to get his erection back under control when the guard arrived and led him to his room, avoiding any serious embarrassment - though he got the impression the guard had been working just as hard to appear unaroused from the spectacle, which only added to his suspicions about the redder whelp.

Thinking back over the scene now, in the privacy of the room, and especially inhaling that scent... there was no avoiding his excitement's return. Where was that scent coming from, anyways? There weren't any wyverns here, and he had only smelled the musky scent when he had been outside and around them. Or had he smelled that before? It didn't matter - there were more pressing concerns than where some pleasant smell was coming from. He rolled over onto his back, replacing the smooth feel of cool stone with the warmer air of the castle. He felt guilty admitting it, but this would hardly be the first time he had become aroused at the thought of his sister with a wyvern. Or with Vaine. Or the first time he had reached down and taken his shaft in his hand, or curled around and lick right over his tip, imagining it was Vis' tongue instead... though this was the first time he had done it without feeling the nagging guilt that he had done nothing while his sister was kidnapped to some horrible fate. No, she was quite happy. Other than the dim realization that he himself had nothing, and no real idea what to do next, there was nothing to think about beyond the sound of Vis' delightful moans, barely audible under the screech of the wyvern pounding her extremely eager form, or that amazing scent filling his nose...

Tav jerked as he heard the door creak open. He pulled his head up, trying to cover his cock with his tail and hide the sight of it fully erect and gleaming with saliva. Maybe if he was really lucky whoever was coming in wouldn't notice what he had just been in the middle of doing...

Vaine glanced over him from the doorway and smirked at the sight of his tail acting as cover. It was obvious from her expression that she knew exactly what he had been about to do, and that she knew exactly what was hidden by his tail. She slipped into the room and closed the door behind her, then walked up to the bed. As she drew closer his nose twitched - there was something about her scent. Feminine, clearly aroused - and arousing - but there was something else to it too, something he couldn't quite place. It was hard to make out, especially with the strange scent coming from the air freshener she had left in the room earlier; Tav was finding it was hard to focus on other smells with those two scents in particular in the air.

"Finished visiting your sister? I heard about the wyvern keeping you away from her... they can be very protective sometimes, and do get nervous if random strangers they don't know come by and mess with their..." Vaine flinched a little and searched for a new word, trying not to say the obvious word.

Tav filled it in for her though. "Mates?"

The fox nodded, and her wings spread out behind her. "I looked into you... you've been in the city for a while now, haven't you? But you haven't had a job, and you've spent a lot of money since you got here." Vaine lifted her hand and reached out to touch Tav's leg, causing his frill to twist in a blush as she slowly brushed over it. "What exactly were your plans? Come to the city, rescue your sister from whatever tower she was trapped in, and then sweep her off to a life... doing what? Do you have anywhere to go? Any job you can do?"

The fox looked up at Tav with curious eyes, and he felt more embarrassment fill him. He had to admit that he hadn't had any idea what he would do next. All his planning had been on freeing his sister; he hadn't thought about what he would do after that... or that she wouldn't even need rescuing. But that was the situation he was in. No money, no job, no home... he wouldn't be able to stay in the castle for long, and then what would he do?

Vaine's expression changed again, another strange twisting of her face that meant nothing to the green dragon... but her wings fell a little in what Tav took as sympathy. Her fingers teased over the scales of his leg, circling a little and playfully approaching his thigh. "How would you like a job here at the castle? You'd be able to be with your sister, and help her."

Tav gulped, moving his tail to try and block the fox's hand from being able to reach the length he was still trying to hide from her, but nodded slowly. A job at the castle would make things easier... though... why would Vaine offer him one? After all she had done to him and his family...

He saw it suddenly in the way she was holding her wings. Guilt. Was she about to do something mean to him, and feeling guilty from it? No... after all she had done to his family, why would she feel guilty about doing something more to him? Unless... unless her guilt was from what she had already done to his family? Maybe she wasn't happy with how things had turned out. Giving him a job might just be her way of trying to make things right?

He nodded slowly up at her, trying to think past the heavy arousal still clouding his mind. "Wha..." His mouth felt dry as he tried to answer the fox, feeling another flush of heat as he noticed just how close her hand had drifted to his cock. All he would have to do is move his tail, and then she would be able to reach down and...

He gulped again, trying to clear his head. There was definitely a scent in the air beyond his own, making it hard to think. He wanted so badly to lose himself in the scent, and to just move his tail so Vaine's hand could drift the short remaining distance to his masculinity. He had never felt someone else touch it before - he had just reached the age for such things when they had moved to a new home, and between being a stranger to all the eligible ladies and helping his mother get by after his father had left, there hadn't been a chance to experience such a moment with a dragoness. Even if the hand belonged to Vaine, to the servant that had ruined things for his family, it was still tantalizingly feminine and bathed in a scent that was driving him wild.

He drew on all his self control and all his memories of resentment to try and clear his head. It worked, at least a little. "What kind of job?"

The fox just smiled and reached behind her. "I'm not going to hurt you, Tav, or make you do anything you don't like. Don't worry. I just want to try and help make things up to you, for what I had to do to your family." Her hand tugged at something behind her for a moment, and her dress suddenly fell from her shoulders. It caught on her tail, but after a short wag it fell the rest of the way to pool on the floor. The fox was completely naked without the dress, and Tav felt his jaw fall open as he stared at her. She was just as exotically beautiful as he remembered, and he felt his cock twitch in agreement at that idea from beneath his tail.

Vaine glanced down at his tail as if she knew what had just happened, then glanced back up at him. "It's a position you'll be uniquely qualified for, one nobody else has even been interested in but which has been needed for some time now. Assisting your sister in her duties, caring for her and our wyverns. Nobody else has really wanted to work much with the wyverns, or at least not that they will admit, and they tend to see it as punishment duty... but I have a feeling that won't be the case for you." She climbed up on the bed, getting on all fours and hovering over him. Her wings spread out behind her, much smaller than his or any proper dragon's, but still an alluring sight to see above him. Her breasts stood out too, but he wasn't sure what to think of them. So many years of hearing his mother lecture about the evils of amalgamations, or how the foxes were so beneath dragons and not proper at all for him to have those thoughts about... he hadn't really thought about them before, fantasizing instead about the delightful smooth curves of a dragoness, but seeing them above him, just beneath the fox's mischievous face... He stared openly for a long moment, suddenly understanding why his father had surrounded himself with the fox servants.

Vaine's eyes sparkled as she saw where his gaze was focused, and she crawled onto his chest. "I remember how you watched your sister back then, with the wyvern on top of her... and the way you watched me. Move your tail, Tav; let me see what you're hiding from me."

The young dragon felt his frills bunch even tighter in embarrassment at her words, but he moved his tail obediently. The fox looked down with a hungry expression, the scent in the air suddenly overwhelming Tav as her tail swished eagerly back and forth. "Just what I thought... this is from seeing the wyverns with your sister, isn't it?" Tav felt his frills squish together in mortified horror and wasn't sure what to say, or how to deny it... but Vaine obviously knew, and didn't seem concerned with an answer. She looked up at him again and crawled further up his body, then lowered herself to press against the cool scales of his chest... and then he gasped at the sudden feel of soft warmth rubbing over his shaft. The fox slid slowly over him, causing him to twitch into her silky fur. A gasp left his throat and he leaned his head back as Vaine teased him, sliding her crotch slowly back and forth against him...

She pulled away for a moment and shifted above him... then the soft fur was replaced by something else. A delicious tightness, a wet warmth pressing all around the tip of his cock and squeezing tenderly. It slowly spread over him as the fox took more and more of him into her, sliding delightfully over first one ridge... then another... then finally reaching his base and enveloping him completely, drawing another moan from the inexperienced male.

The vixen straightened above him, shifting to bring her legs to rest against his sides, and her hands came to rest on his chest. Her wings spread proudly outwards as she took in his expression, but Tav was too lost in the new sensations to even care. He had to admit that he had fantasized about something like this before - though usually it involved Vaine on all fours and mounted by a wyvern while she used her tongue on him - but this... it felt far better than any fantasy, or anything Tav had ever imagined. And that was just from her sitting there, from just calmly enveloping his full length within her warmth. It would only feel even better when she actually started to move, wouldn't it?...

Tav groaned lewdly as the fox began to do exactly that. She slowly rose up, exposing him back to the cool air and making him shiver slightly... which made it feel all the more delicious when she slid back down and covered him back in her warmth. He felt his cock grow wet and actually felt a bit of pain from his frills as they tightened in intense embarrassment at the thought of just what was beginning to cover him.

Something finally penetrated his lust-addled mind as he felt the wetness drip further down his shaft. It felt different from what he expected - not slick, like he had seen the few times he had peeked at his sister, but sticky, like it was clumping together into globs. Which felt uncomfortably familiar to another fluid he had experience with.

He jerked his head up and looked up at the fox, glancing immediately to where her pussy was spread by his cock. He looked slicker than usual, which he expected, but there was also a white substance leaking from her pussy and down his length.

"What are you doing?!" He started to panic, knowing exactly what was happening despite his question. The fox had just come from someone else - a male dragon, one who had just pumped her full of his seed, seed that was now dripping slowly down towards his vent. He had to stop her, had to get it out, or else it would...

"Shh, shhh... It's okay." The fox whispered softly to him and held a finger over his mouth. "This will be good for you... you'll like it. I still remember what you did when you saw your sister beneath that wyvern. You liked what you saw her doing. Now I'm giving you the chance to do it with her. It'll be the two of you back in the family business and taking care of livestock, side by side, siblings each beneath your own wyverns and taking good care of them. You'll be with Vis again, and won't have to worry about any silly things like money, or jobs, or where to stay. We'll take care of all of that for you, and make sure you're just as happy as Vis is. All you need to do is lay back down, and let Cai's seed take care of everything."

Tav stared up at Vaine, thoughts struggling in his head. Everything his mother had taught him said this was wrong - mating with a fox, letting another dragon's seed enter his vent, fantasizing about wyverns. But it would mean being together with Vis again... and she was obviously very happy. Could it really be that bad? He could easily push the light fox off him, could easily clean off the male seed before it caused any trouble, even turn the tables and pin her beneath him, even though the king would surely punish him for hurting the 'Hand of the King'... but he could just as easily let Vaine continue, and accept her offer of a job... be back together with his sister again, this time as her sister. And he could mate with those wyverns... feel just what Vis had felt, when she was beneath the large beasts and moaning herself hoarse...

The fox was just watching him, waiting patiently. She wasn't forcing him into anything, or pressuring him, just making the offer - though if he took too long to decide, the decision would make itself. Still... seeing her letting him decide, and not forcing her desires on him... it made him rethink his impression of her. Maybe she wasn't the horrible monster who had stolen everything from him and ruined his life. Maybe there was more to her than that.

He relaxed and leaned back sheepishly, feeling embarrassed at what he had decided to let her do, but Vaine just smiled softly. "You know... you look just like he did, that first time." She started to move again, rising upwards, and any question Tav might have asked about what she meant was lost to the wonderful sensation. The ridges of his length scraped lightly along her walls, scooping free more of the male's seed trapped inside her and gathering it on his shaft. He could see it coating him as she exposed more and more of him to the air, and watched in an aroused stupor as she pressed downwards again and took it back into her. She watched him as he watched her move and brought her hand down to her slit, spreading herself a little wider and slipping her own fingers into her, one on each side of him. She helped scoop the potent seed out of her, aiding it in sliding down his length... and Tav watched in transfixed fascination as the potent seed dripped into his vent.

At first he didn't feel any different - Vaine's pussy still felt just as warm and snug around his cock, and that was all he really cared to think about - but gradually he became aware of a warmth spreading throughout his entire body. His wings and legs began to feel light, as if he had lost weight, though his tail started to feel heavier, and he felt a slight dizziness as if his balance was off. The scents in the air started to change - the heavy, musky scent he recognized as his own began to change, becoming lighter, almost floral, and more like Vaine's. What remained of his earlier scent became suddenly more interesting, along with the extra scent lingering around Vaine that he hadn't been able to place. A whimper escaped him as she pulled away from him, her hand moving to instead rub at the base of his cock... but he noticed that his voice had risen a few octaves by the time the whimper ended. He felt his frills tighten again in embarrassment, but there was nothing to do about it - he knew what he had gotten himself into.

He continued to grow warmer, the air around him feeling cooler and cooler, until at last his body reached a temperature it was happy with. His voice settled as well, his throat releasing croons of bliss more appropriate to what he had occasionally heard coming from his mother when he was very young, and his parents thought he was asleep... ... ...and then he felt the final change begin to overtake him.

Vaine's relaxed rhythm brought her down onto his cock once more, but this time there was simply less of him for her to take. She whimpered a little and slowed, only rising slightly upwards before rocking gently back and forth over him. He felt her walls grow looser around her, her snug flesh falling away from him even as the parts of him that still brushed against her felt more and more sensitive... until eventually there was nothing of him left that could touch inside her anymore. He glanced down to look, but all he saw was her hand caressing something where his cock had once been; the sensation of her hand overwhelmed him with pleasure and he let his head fall back on the bed. Another moan escaped him as Vaine's fingers followed what was left of his shaft, sending another shiver through him as her fingers dipped into his vent to search after it, rubbing at walls that had once protected a fine example of draconic masculinity... and which now were growing slowly wetter in an attempt to encourage a similar draconic masculinity to slide into it once again, though this time for a very different purpose.

Tav heard his voice - no, her voice - break in a shrill gasp as Vaine's fingers slid over a spot deep within her. Had that been there before? All the times Tav had poked and explored had never left him with a feeling like that. The fox smiled at the gasp and started to rub there, a circular motion with her hand that felt better and better with each lap around the spot. The dragoness whimpered helplessly as the feelings grew and grew inside her, threatening to burst as she trembled on the bed... and then, all at once, they did.

Tav yelled out as the orgasm overcame her, barely aware of her tail and wings thrashing around her. Vaine pressed her fingers firmly into Tav's walls, making the sensation redouble, and it was all Tav could do not to pass out from it all. The pleasure overwhelmed her, the long, intense seconds stretching on, and on, and on...

Tav's body - slightly smaller now, a little curvier than before - eventually sagged as the orgasm released her, leaving the dragoness panting softly in the afterglow. Vaine smiled down at her and slowly pulled away, stepping off the bed and gathering the dress back up in her arms. "Get some rest, Tav... we'll re-introduce you your sister and the wyverns tomorrow night."

Tav crooned softly again and nodded. She heard the door quietly creek closed behind Vaine... and then the brand new dragoness drifted off into sleep.

---

A calm, peaceful dream of relaxing happily out in the warm midday sun ended suddenly. Tav jerked awake, trying to understand what had woken him... then gasped in surprise at what had happened to him last night. To... her.

She looked down between her legs in disbelief, but a careful probing with her paws confirmed it. Last night... had she really done... that? Let Vaine do that to her, and turn her into another breeder for the wyverns, just the way she had done with Vis? And with Cai's seed... why did that name sound familiar? Cai... Cai...

Tav's eyes went wide as the name clicked. Caizoth?! The King himself, the Egg-Maker? How had Vaine... Tav knew the fox servant had been working for the king when she had come to their farm, but... having his seed in her like that? Would the king do something like that with his lowly servant, especially when he was known to have a harem full of his defeated enemies as willing and waiting hens for his lusts?

The green dragoness thought back to Tar - to her father. He seemed happy with the fox servants he now lived with... could the king be the same way?

Another thought struck Tav, and his wings shuddered at the realization. No, her wings. If... If Vaine had used Caizoth's seed... then... that meant it wasn't just Vaine that wanted Tav this way, but also the king himself.

And what was that smell? It was everywhere in the room; it wasn't exactly a bad smell, but for some reason it was annoying him. Was that the air freshener that Vaine had brought to the room? No wonder they didn't keep it in empty rooms; it didn't smell nearly as nice now as it had when Tav had first smelled it...

A noise at the door drew Tav's attention, and she quickly pulled her claws out of her slit. She winced a little - the flesh there was much more sensitive than she had remembered, or was used to - but tried to mask her expression as the door slid open.

A fox servant she didn't recognize gently pushed the door open, though it creaked loudly anyways. He - at least, Tav thought it was a he; the dragoness hadn't been around foxes that much and had trouble telling their strange features apart sometimes - was carefully balancing a large tray in his free hand. As soon as he had the door open enough he leaned to it and used both hands to hold the tray, bringing it inside and carefully setting it down on the nightstand by the door.

The fox picked up the cup of pinkish liquid that Vaine had left and turned to go, but paused when his eyes passed over Tav. He looked startled but quickly straightened, then bowed slightly. "Good morning; I'm sorry if I woke you. Lady Vaine sent me to deliver your breakfast; she said you are to wait here until this evening, when the wyverns will be ready to receive you."

Tav felt his frills squish up at that. He - no, she - had to wait? On those animals? What could they be doing that would be so important that a dragon such as himself... err... herself... would have to wait on their convenience? She wasn't particularly looking forward to seeing them - the idea didn't seem nearly as interesting this morning as it had last night - but the idea that they were more important than her was an upsetting one.

"What? Why can't I go see them now?"

The fox's ears twitched in what Tav thought might be an expression of nervousness. "With all due respect, Lady Vaine feared your presence might disrupt their routine. Apparently they have been a bit chaotic after their schedule was interrupted yesterday, and she thought they would..." The fox paused for a moment as if thinking, while Tav looked at him impatiently. "She thought they would not be able to handle the disruption, being wyverns, whereas a great dragon such as yourself would be more than able to handle the minor inconvenience." The fox's tail twisted a little behind him, though Tav couldn't begin to guess what that meant.

She huffed, feeling a little better at the explanation, even though it rang hollow. "Very well... thank you for the food."

The fox's shoulders relaxed a little and he let out a breath she hadn't realized he was holding, then nodded and slipped quickly through the door.

Tav extended her wings all the way and stretched out on the bed, feeling oddly cramped in parts of her body that hadn't bothered her before. Had she slept on something wrong? Maybe it was something to do with her... transformation. Her new shape might not be able to sleep in the same positions her male body had; it could be something she would need to adjust to.

After having a good stretch she stepped down from the bed and walked over to the tray. Breakfast was sounding more and more like a good idea. She could just grab breakfast, and then think about what to do about this situation. She didn't want to just be... what had the guard called it? A breeding slut.

Though... didn't she? She had been okay with the idea last night... more than okay, if she had let Vaine do...

Her stomach rumbled and interrupted her thoughts. Right. Eat first, then think about those things.

The most delicious looking steak Tav had ever seen was resting on a plate in the center of the tray, even better looking than the ones Tav and Vis had helped pass out to the wyverns. It seemed to still be sizzling from being cooked, though it still had the perfect amount of pink in it. Another plate beside it held three eggs, and a third plate had a few strips of actual ham on it. Tav had eaten steak before, and eggs - growing up on a cattle farm had made both available - but she couldn't remember ever having ham. And as the scent of fresh cooked meats filled her nostrils, her stomach eagerly informed her that she was hungry.

She scarfed down the breakfast, starting first with the eggs and finishing with the ham, even though she felt a little guilty just eating the rare treat, then glanced back at the tray. There was an empty glass and a pitcher of water, which Tav happily used to wash down the last of her breakfast... and lastly there was another cup, like the one Vaine had left last night. This one was held a strange liquid too, almost oily, though it had a blue tint to it rather than the pink one from last night. It was also filled almost completely to the brim, as opposed to the slight amount of the pink substance that had been in the other cup. She leaned closer to this cup and sniffed at it...

She felt a shiver travel through her body, and was only vaguely aware that her tail was twitching excitedly behind her. This scent was much better than the pink one from yesterday; she definitely liked it. She stretched her head towards it again and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. It was a muddy scent, but with a hint of spice underneath it, and it made her feel good just from smelling it.

She exhaled happily. Well. If she was going to have to wait in her room, at least the scent would make the time more bearable. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to spend a day lazing about a room.

Barely an hour had passed before Tav was wondering how she could possibly have thought that. By the third hour she was convinced the very thought had angered the ancestral dragons, and they had awoken from their eternal slumbers to punish her specifically for such audacity.

She whined and rubbed against the stone bed again, wishing it was rougher. The sensation between her legs... how did dragonesses stand it? She was definitely in heat. She had heard Vis get 'the talk' from their mother, just like Vis had heard Tav get 'the talk' from their father, and though Tav hadn't paid much attention at the time she could remember enough of it to recognize what was happening now. But for the life of her Tav couldn't remember what she was supposed to do about it.

Well. She could remember one thing to do about it, but that wasn't appropriate... and while Tav was rapidly caring less and less about acting appropriate, and caring more and more about relieving the ache inside her, there was also a severe lack of male dragons that could help her do... that. And any thought of leaving and not being bred by the wyverns had been thoroughly exiled from her mind. Many of her fantasies in the last hour had involved at least one of the wyverns mounting her, spreading his wings wide above her and covering her, driving her into the ground with his heavier weight and resting his head over hers, and then piercing her draconic slit with his dirty, thick shaft...

She growled and rolled onto her back, wiggling a little and sliding her back against the raised platform of her bed. Her claws trailed down to her vent for the hundredth time, curling to slip inside it and rub at her frustrated flesh... but it wasn't helping. For the hundredth time. When things were 'distracting' as a male, a few minutes of alone time was more than enough to deal with the problem and get Tav's thoughts back in focus. So she had tried a similar strategy, and while it had been extremely fun to get to know the changes in her body, it had only made things worse. Worse! That wasn't supposed to happen; touching herself was supposed to make things better.

A whine escaped her as her claw began to slide slowly in and out of her slit, causing her to shiver as she started a slow rhythm. She couldn't imagine being like this for even the rest of the day, much less the days or even weeks that Tav had heard some dragonesses were forced to suffer through. She thought back to the story of Caizoth winning the throne, and felt a renewed sympathy for the poor princess. How long had she been forced to endure this heat, while her father used it to trick young dragons into becoming a part of his harem? At least that dragoness wouldn't have to go through something like that again, and would have her heats quickly sated by the new king, but still...

And every breath just made it more difficult. The activity of her hand between her legs was making her breathe faster, but she couldn't even imagine stopping. Going back to that frustrating non-sensation... even the inadequate touch of her own claws was better than that torture. But each inhale brought scents to her and caused her imagination to wander. Her nose was so sensitive now... she could smell the lingering scent of the male fox servant from earlier, even though he had only been here briefly. The fading smell of torches, perhaps from being lit overnight in the hallways, the light smell of old fabrics that made up tapestries she could only vaguely remember passing in the halls. The much more interesting smell of masculine musk somewhere, maddeningly elusive - maybe one of her neighbors? And then there was the scent from that cup...

It was the only thing keeping her sane. It was wonderful, making her feel soft and warm every time she thought about it. It was a strange feeling, something instinctual. There had been several points where she had felt the weirdest urge to just upend the cup and pour the liquid all over her. That would mean getting up and crossing the room, which would interrupt what was apparently her attempt to cover the bed in her own fluids - even stopping for a moment sent a shiver of dread through her and caused her to whimper in need. Or maybe pleasure. She couldn't tell anymore.

She felt a pressure building inside her. It had taken her by surprise the first time, with Vaine, but she had become much more familiar with it over the course of the day. An approaching orgasm. It was similar to the build up of a male orgasm, but different; the sensation was building from inside her hips, and not focused from an organ she no longer possessed. She slid her claws into her vent faster, begging somewhere in the back of her overstimulated mind that this time it would end the frustration. Her wings reached further and further out to the sides, stretching as far as they could go in the hope of grabbing some relief, and she felt her back curve to angle her hips up, allowing her to fill herself even more...

She cried out as the orgasm flooded through her. She tried to focus on moving her hand, but her body had clamped down around her claws and was refusing to let go. Or at least, not to what little muscle control she could muster in her arm beneath the distraction of the pleasure overwhelming her thoughts.

There were a few blissful seconds of relief, where that consuming need to find a male was silenced...

...then her orgasm began to fade, and the frustration came back to her. She growled and rolled over, shaking herself as she rose to her feet. She slipped a little - half of her claws had become quite thoroughly lubricated by her activities, and it took a few steps to adjust to the lower friction - but she managed to hop down from the bed and cross to the door. Her thoughts were a bit clearer for now, but she knew that wouldn't last long, so she tried to hurry. The cup of bluish liquid snatched at her thoughts again, and she felt the urge to just stick her nose in the cup and breathe in deeply... but she forced her thoughts away by imagining the guards she had seen yesterday. Maybe one of them could help her... or she could check on her neighbors; the source of that masculine scent had to be somewhere nearby. A dragon 'proper' enough to be in the palace wouldn't risk being caught bedding a dragoness other than his wife, but maybe if Tav was discreet, or got the guard into the room before anybody saw...

Tav pushed open the door and looked to the left, searching for the guard that was supposed to be patrolling the hallway. She felt a bit of frustration that he wasn't there, but a voice from her right grabbed her attention. "Good morning; may I help you?"

Tav felt her frills and wings lift in excitement, and turned to look towards what must be the guard... then felt them droop back down in disappointment. It was a guard... but up until that very moment, Tav had never heard of a dragoness serving as a guard. This one was a red dragoness, adorned with sparse but obviously feminine jewelry that surrounded the official palace guard badge.

Tav almost felt angry at the realization that the guard was female. Or more specifically, that the male she had been hoping for wasn't there. And the hint of amusement in the red's eyes only made it worse. Tav's frill rose in annoyance and she looked behind the guard - just in case - before looking back at her. "Where is the guard from yesterday? Who are you?"

Tav was realizing just how stupid it was to speak like that to the palace guard the instant the words had left her mouth, but the guard just seemed to grow more amused instead of angry. "With apologies, the guard yesterday was reassigned to a different patrol in the palace. Lady Vaine felt it more appropriate that one of the guards of the king's harem handle this hall for today." There was a slight pause before the guard continued, as if underscoring the word 'today'. "So that we can be sure to stay familiar with the rest of the castle, in case of emergencies." The amusement danced in her eyes as she finished, making it quite obvious to Tav that there was another, much more obvious reason for why the male guard had been replaced by a dragoness. The harem guard? That made some sense, Tav supposed... it would be better not to have the king's personal harem attended by males, especially with how desperate Tav had learned a dragoness' heat could make her.

Tav made a sound somewhere between a groan of disappointment and a growl of anger. And of course it had been Vaine who had reassigned the guards...

The green dragoness pushed the door closed behind her as she returned to her room, almost certain she heard the red chuckling a little as she did. She stomped through her room... and lost her footing from the slipperiness of her claws. She fell forward with a thump, landing on her chest while her hindlegs kept her rear in the air... and despite the surprised shock of hitting the floor, she had to admit that part of her liked being in this position. The itching sensation flared up again within her vent, and it was all she could do to keep from reaching back to fill herself once again with her claws.

Tav felt her will falter as she inhaled again, the scents getting to her, and she was just about to reach back when she heard the red's voice from the hallway. It was obviously loud enough to carry through the thick walls and heavy door, meaning it was also obviously meant for Tav to hear, but the guard disguised her words as if she was talking to herself. "Whew, that was quite a tail on that green! A lllooootttt of fun, interesting things a dragoness could do with a tail like that." There was a slight cough, then the red spoke again, even louder. "TO HERSELF."

There was another chuckle, then Tav heard the distant sound of the guard walking away and continuing her patrol of the hall.

Tav blinked and thought about the red's words. She glanced over her shoulder, ducking her wing and lifting her tail upwards - which felt good to do, too, though she felt both embarrassed and incredibly aroused at the thought that there was nothing blocking the view of her slit for anyone that could have been standing behind her - and took a good look at the long, narrow tail. Her frills shifted in curiosity, and her mind raced as thoughts began to blossom in her imagination. She thought for a few seconds, before she curled her tail downwards and reached back to grasp it in her hands, tugging it towards her needy vent...

---

Playing with her tail made things bearable - barely - but Tav was still barely clinging to the edge of sanity when she finally heard the door creak open again. She whined in frustration - she was getting close to another orgasm, and had found a way to angle things so that the scales of her tail rubbed just right against a spot just a half-claw's length inside her, a spot that definitely appreciated it. She didn't want to be interrupted, unless it was a big, virile wyvern that had somehow smelled her and had barged through the halls to come take her right there on the castle's bed...

It was just Vaine, though.

The fox's nose wrinkled a little as she looked over the room. "Phew! That is strong; what did they do, bring in the whole supply?" She waved a hand in front of her face as if shoving away the odor, then glanced down at the nightstand. Specifically, at the cup of bluish liquid at the edge of the tray. "Heavens, they did! You poor thing; you must be dying over there."

Tav was only barely understanding what Vaine was saying. The whole supply of... what? It took her a long moment to focus, and it was hard to resist the idea of just ignoring Vaine and continuing to pleasure herself, even if it was right in front of the fox... but eventually she managed to pull her tail away and clear her thoughts a little. "What... what do you mean?"

Vaine waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it, I'll tell you later. I've got something better anyways - are you ready to get out of this stuffy room, and have some fun with the wyverns?"

Tav caught the gleam in Vaine's eyes at the word 'fun', but at that point she didn't care. The idea of being bred was all she could think of, and the thought of being bred by a wyvern specifically just felt even more exciting. She stumbled off the bed - her legs were a little weak from all the contortions and excitement she had put them through - and hobbled eagerly after the fox.

The green dragoness was certain Vaine set a deliberately slow pace through the halls. Tav wanted to move faster, even run. It wouldn't be 'proper' to run through the castle... but it wasn't proper for a dragoness to hold her tail as high behind her as Tav was holding hers, either. She just couldn't resist the urge to walk with it held up like that. Maybe she would get lucky, and they would meet a guard in the hallway, and he would see and smell her and take her right then and there.

There was no such luck, though, and after what Tav was certain was several days Vaine finally stopped before a door and pushed it open.

Tav noticed the scent of the wyverns as the breeze drifted in from the courtyard. Had the smell been that strong before? She was aware of the thought for all of half a second before the realization that there were male wyverns finally within reach drove all other thoughts from her head. Vaine barely managed to duck out of her way as Tav dashed out into the courtyard.

The wyverns were finishing up their dinner - had Tav eaten since breakfast? Did it matter? The wyverns were in the center of the courtyard and finishing off the portions Vis had set out for them. Vis was in the middle of her own meal, though she looked up when she saw Tav. "Bro!" Vis dropped the remaining steak and started to run towards Tav... but slowed, then stopped as they drew near. "Bro?" She tilted her head a little and sniffed the air.

Tav felt a bit of embarrassment and dread somewhere beneath the overwhelming lust. She slowed her own approach in indecision - she had been so focused on thoughts of the wyverns, especially the male wyverns, that she hadn't thought about what Vis would think.

Vis took a second sniff of the air... then her frills and wings lifted in happiness. "Siiiiis! Sis, sis!" The dragoness began to hop up and down in place, giving half-flaps of her wings in excitement. "Come, come! Play!" Vis giggled and started prancing towards Tav again, closing the distance between them.

The overprotective wyvern from the day before was suddenly there, jumping to land in between them with a piece of meat dangling from his jaws. He spread his wings wide, hiding Vis from Tav's view behind him, and let out an angry hiss.

Tav felt herself shiver again as she stared up at the wyvern. He looked so fierce, and strong - the scales of his chest rested over handsome muscle, well exercised from his many flights. The claws on his feet gleamed in the afternoon sunlight, and his eyes shone with dominance. Even the sight of the steak trapped in his jaws. That had all made her nervous before, but it had a much different effect on her now. He was exuding sheer masculinity, and she needed it.

Some instinct took control of her, and she felt her body begin to move. She slunk downwards, lowering her body and neck to press down at the ground, and she spread her own wings out to the sides before angling them away from the wyvern. He towered further above her submissive form - which only made her excitement grow - and the annoyance she saw in his eyes slowly faded to confusion. He blinked and tilted his head, then sniffed. His eyes narrowed and his tail swished behind him, then he brought his head down closer to Tav. He inhaled deeply, sniffing loudly as he breathed in the new smell...

Tav felt her frills quiver in excitement as the wyvern suddenly licked up her nose. It was a strange feeling, one she knew in the past that she would have tried to shoo away... but now? The sensation felt good. The wyvern suddenly nuzzled his head against hers, and Tav was suddenly overwhelmed by the masculine scent of the wyvern. It smelled surprisingly familiar. It smelled good.

The wyvern drew his head back and rose back up into a standing position before her. He spread his wings again, though he held them subtly different this time, and a pleased growl rumbled from him. His posture had changed - he had a more relaxed manner now, no longer concerned with chasing Tav away from Vis - and with his head out of the way Tav could see between his legs. Her frills twisted in between embarrassment and excitement as she realized her own scent was having an effect on him. His shaft was beginning to slip out from his own vent, the brighter flesh standing out proudly against his mossy scales. Tav found she was unable to look away - somewhere in the back of her mind she thought that her own cock had been larger, back when she had one, but she found herself caring less about that and becoming quite certain he would be more than large enough to satisfy her as she continued to stare openly at him.

More instincts tugged at her body and she slowly straightened her hindlegs. Her tail swished behind her as her rear rose into the air, spreading more of her own scent and letting the wyvern know just how desperate she was for the shaft bobbing in front of her with every breath and motion he made. She felt her throat rumble as a sound somewhere between a whine and a purr escaped her, an odd sound she hadn't even known she could make.

Tav felt a sudden frustration as the wyvern looked away from her. What was he doing? What could be more interesting than her right now? She turned her head to follow his gaze... and saw Vaine standing back by the castle wall, watching both Tav and the wyvern. The fox seemed to notice she was suddenly the center of attention and looked to the wyvern, then nodded to him.

Tav forgot all about Vaine as the wyvern suddenly moved, circling around her with an excited warble. She was dimly aware of Vis coming back into view, and of other wyverns in the courtyard beyond the other dragoness... but Tav was focused on something much more interesting at the moment. She heard the wyvern inhale deeply behind her, out of her view... then she felt a wonderful coolness against burning vent. The wyvern's tongue dragged slowly over her, gathering the arousal she had been leaking all day long, and teasing just barely inside her vent as it went. The tongue vanished after the lick, leaving Tav whining in frustration.

She was just about to look back and beg for more when a heavy weight settled onto her back. She could feel his chest pressing down against her, could feel it rise and fall with each breath he took, or when he let out a happy warble. He craned his neck down and bumped his head into hers, causing that delightful scent to fill her nostrils again... and then he shifted, and her aching vent was suddenly filled by the wyvern.

The sensation was overwhelming. The teasing she had one with her claws and tail were just that in comparison - meaningless teases. She felt full, felt stretched in a way that she hadn't known was possible. There was a bit of discomfort, but it was dwarfed by the pleasure, the bliss of being finally filled by a powerful male.

Tav almost cried from the sensation and the knowledge that her body was finally getting the attention it needed... and then she did cry out as he began to move within her. The soft flesh of her walls were tugged by the ridges as the wyvern rocked backwards, withdrawing from her gently... then sliding smoothly forwards back into her. She was dimly aware that he was moving slowly, giving her time to adjust, and that he paused slightly after one of her cries. That realization just made the mating better somehow - the male was taking care of her, making sure she enjoyed this, and that he didn't hurt her.

She panted a little for breath after the male filled her completely once more, struggling to adapt to the unfamiliar sensations of being bred as a female... but she finally felt confident enough to handle the new feelings. His motions were only bringing her pleasure now, with none of the minor discomforts she had felt before. She pulled her mouth closed and swallowed, only then having noticed it had been left hanging open, then nodded a little. "I'm o-okay... you can... nngh..."

Her words broke off as the wyvern shifted eagerly, then used his wings to tug her into a slightly different angle. He mounted her properly, helping press her chest down with his own, and began to thrust into her in earnest. Each time he filled her felt better than the last, and his gentle - but faster - rhythm was quickly overwhelming her. It just felt so good. It didn't matter that he was just a wyvern, that she was doing everything her mother had taught her not to do, that she was just like her sister now, and would soon be another 'breeding slut' for the dirty animals living out in the courtyard. If anything, that made it all the more exciting - she was just like her sister, being bred by her wyvern, being given a belly of eggs to carry for him.

The wyvern suddenly lifted his head and roared. She felt him twitch inside her and grow thicker, stretching her wider around him... and then a warmth began to spread deep within her. His seed - he had bred her properly, filled her with his cum, had claimed her as another hen in his flock. A flush filled her cheeks to accompany the warmth filling her cunt - she would almost certainly become pregnant from this. A clutch of wyvern eggs, just like the ones Vis had shown off, growing inside her... not a proud dragon carrying eggs for another noble member of her race, just an animalistic breeder for the castle's wyverns.

She couldn't wait.

The wyvern shifted above her and slowly pulled out of her, but not before leaning back down and rubbing against her head once more. There was that scent again... it was so good. She was dimly aware of something warm dribbling over the scales of her left leg, and she knew somewhere in the back of her mind that it was the wyvern's seed leaking out from her stretched vent, but instead of embarrassment or shame it only made her feel... satisfied.

"That's a good smell, isn't it?"

Tav focused her eyes upwards to find Vaine standing in front of her, wings tucked in and a pleased grin on her face. The dragoness blinked and tried to focus through the happy haze still filling her thoughts. "W-what?"

Vaine lifted her hand and rubbed it against the side of the Tav's nose, somehow causing the lingering scent of the wyvern to grow stronger. "That smell. The musk of the wyverns, that scent he was rubbing over you. It's nice, isn't it?"

Tav could barely find the energy to care about Vaine's question. Everything just felt too good right then - the smell, the relief from the itch she had felt all day, the warmth still radiating from what the wyvern had left inside her. Vaine's question just didn't seem to matter against all that, but she managed a slow nod. "Mm-hmm..."

"Does it smell familiar?" Vaine pulled her hand away and moved it behind her, fiddling with something below her wings.

Tav frowned a little, remembering back to her earlier thoughts. It did seem familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. She knew she had never been around wyverns before yesterday... well... other than one particular instance. Had that been where she had smelled it?

No, it was something more recent.

Tav's train of thought was suddenly derailed as she felt another firm lick against her vent. She gasped in surprise and turned her head to look, but Vaine reached back out and held her head in place. The tongue returned, licking up the seed that had leaked out from her... then another weight was pressing down on her. Another wyvern was mounting her, preparing to rut her and add to the seed the first male had filled her with. She shivered in anticipation, lifting her rear higher again for the new male...

"We've been trying to use it as an aphrodisiac. Not that many dragons need it, but it's very powerful, and can make things much more... intense. We put it in your room, and... well. It certainly had an impact, didn't it?"

Tav gasped as the new male suddenly filled her. Vaine's words only barely registered with her; the sounds of the male above her were much more interesting, along with the incredible feelings he was giving her. Somewhere between thrusts she remembered back to the cups of scented liquids that had been in her room - the pinkish fluid at first, then the bluish fluid. Was that what Vaine meant?

Vaine's hand slowly pulled back from Tav's face again, moving back behind her. "Not that you mind, do you? You look happy right now, just like your sister..." The fox looked over her shoulder and Tav followed her gaze, finally remembering Vis. Her sibling was in much the same situation Tav was - a wyvern had mounted her and was thrusting into her, causing her to cry out loudly in pleasure. Tav only had a moment to make it out before her own male began to move faster, thrusting firmly into her and distracting her. "Isn't that right, Tav?"

The dragoness bit her lip and nodded, underscoring her answer with a lustful moan. Vaine's smile grew wider, and her hands fiddled behind her again. "That's what I thought. You're going to be great at this job, just like your sister is. There's only one more thing you need to do first..."

Tav whined as the wyvern suddenly stopped moving, and she tried to push back. She was dimly aware that the fox had locked eyes with the wyvern, and she made the connection that he had stopped at some unspoken order from her. What was it she had said last? Oh... something else Tav needed to do. Would that get the male to move again, to keep rutting her? She needed it... needed his seed... "W-wha..." Her mouth felt dry, so she swallowed and tried again. "What's that?"

The fox smirked down at Tav... and with another motion of her hand somewhere behind her, her dress fell smoothly to the ground. Tav stared up at the nude fox, noticing her own arousal obvious on her own slit. One of her hands came back to the dragoness' face to tilt her head upwards, pressing her snout to Vaine's pussy. "Say thank you~"

Tav shivered in delight and eagerly slid out her tongue to do just that. The fox's taste was tangy but sweet on her tongue, and it only excited her more to be trapped between the wyvern and the fox. Vaine hissed in delight and spread her wings out behind her, helping hide Tav under a dome of wings spreading out from her and the wyvern. The wyvern paused just long enough in his thrusting to lean closer and lick the fox's face, pressing Tav even closer into Vaine's crotch as he tried to get closer. Tav gave a huff of discomfort and squirmed, but she settled down as the wyvern began to move inside her again. Her tongue twisted and wormed its way into the fox, delving deep into Vaine even as the wyvern delved deep into Tav, but she didn't slow down or stop. Not when that wyvern finished with her and another took his place. Or when he finished and another took his place atop her, or another, or another. Not when Vis moved closer at some point and was being mounted right beside her. Not until Vaine finally pushed her head away and cried out in an orgasm, rivaling the sounds coming from Tav and Vis, and the other wyverns.

Only then did Vaine release Tav's head, and only then did Tav slump down to the ground. The heat that had been overwhelming her all day had been completely banished, leaving her weary but extremely satisfied. The wyvern finished inside her and slid out, letting out a happy warble as it hopped away. Vis rose to her feet, unsteady but obviously more used to the experience than Tav was, and Tav smiled as her sibling curled up next to her with a happy yawn.

With the constant distraction of heat finally gone, and with her body blissfully relieved, Tav felt her own weariness begin to overwhelm her. She yawned and curled up next to her sister, the wyverns beginning to follow suit and curl around the two siblings as the orgy wound down. Tav nuzzled once at Vis' side, then drifted peacefully off to sleep.

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Tav waddled out from the barn and headed towards the castle door. There was still a long time to wait before dinner - Vis and most of the wyverns were still out flying, having left behind only a young male to protect her and two pregnant wyverns - but it wouldn't hurt anything to be closer when the food arrived. Since she had swollen with eggs she had been almost constantly hungry, but she had learned to save a bit of her food between meals to slake some of her hunger. The major challenge was keeping the other wyverns from eating it, but she had learned to deal with that too. She had learned a lot in the past few days since she had joined the wyvern flock. Including just how nice living with Vis and the wyverns was. Especially certain activities she got to do with Vis and the wyverns.

The red guard glanced at her as she finished her slow journey and sat down before the door. Now that she was familiar with the scents of the courtyard she could make out the perfumed scent on the scarf that covered his nose - a silly protection to keep the guards from experiencing the deliciously intoxicating scent of the wyverns. She adjusted to get comfortable, balancing the extra weight from her developing eggs... then she adjusted a little bit more to make sure the guard got a brief glimpse of her vent before it disappeared back behind her tail. She smirked teasingly up at him, taking a bit of pleasure at the sight of his frills quivering in embarrassment before he glanced away from her. She had heard some of the things that the guards now called her and Vis... and... she didn't care.

She lowered her head down on the warm ground and let out a happy growl, giggling when one of the whelps ran over to jump up on her back to hop happily up and down. Let them talk.

She was happy.