{"sf1_id":1511907,"sf2_id":"V1YAqzx1","title":"Aeonova","author":"Salrith","words":15804,"posted_at":"2019-11-10T13:48:33.000Z","tags":["Anal Fisting","Anthro","BDSM","Bestiality","Blindfold","Bondage","Bound","Buttplug","Captivity","Cock","Collar","Dick","Doggystyle","Exhibitionism","Farm","Feral","Fisting","Forced","Forced Sex","Fucking","Gag","Gay","Hippogryph","Homosexual","Horns","Human","Hypnosis","Knot","M/M","M/solo","Male","Master/Pet","Mild Bondage","Mind Control","Multiple Species","Musk","N/C","NC","Non-Consensual","Orgasm","Ownership","Penis","Pet","Pheromones","Plug","Predicament Bondage","Presenting","Pseudo-Rape/NC","Quadruped","Rainbow","Reluctant","Scales","Scalie","Second Person","Semi Consensual","Sex","Size Difference","Stretching","Tail","Training","Wings","Wyvern"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1511907-aeonova","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1YAqzx1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/eb/24/eb244306-9d72-4ea8-9a50-f925e4b5f68f","description":"I roleplay with my mate from time to time. When time permits, anyway... One time, I made a post for him that he liked \\*so much\\* that he asked me to retcon the resolution and expand on it a little.  \nAPPARENTLY I overlooked the 'a little' clause, and this 16k word tale was the result.  \n  \nIn it, 'you' are a wyvern visiting a household of mages/wizards/magical practitioner term of your choice, and bump into their local 'mythical beast' handler by accident, who doesn't realise you're \\*actually\\* a \\*person\\*...   \n  \nMain themes are pet-play, dub-con, mental conditioning, with some touches of bondage, body alteration (think piercing), and a little bestiality. Although, if it's your thing, you could imagine that the animal involved is someone else who fell into the same predicament~  \n  \nDon't read it if you're not into it!","content":"_Out through the back door, then across the courtyard and down the lavender path. That was what Jacob Croftwell had told you when he gave you directions to find Gerard during your visit to the Croftwell family home._\n\n_Then you were left alone – a bindling, a person who had been fused with an inhuman spirit. Your magical name was Aegaeon de Rostveldt, or Aeon for short, and you looked rather like a red wyvern, your dragon spirit not having manifested strongly enough for you to have both arms and wings separately. You hadn't been a mage for long, either, yet in your short time you'd already managed to make friends with a spirit who gave you a magical set of bracelets._\n\n_Which, lacking arms, you had promptly fit around your legs._\n\n_You were still contending with your new instincts, and right now, they were telling you to **explore**. What better opportunity to see things you otherwise wouldn't?_\n\n_With your Dragon's Eye ability letting you quantify objects and spells in an easy-to-understand way, almost like a game, you might not get another chance to learn so much so quickly._\n\n_But nor might there be another chance to wind up in so much trouble…_\n\n_\\* \\* \\*_\n\nThrough the gardens you wandered, poking your snout in where it perhaps didn't\u0026nbsp;exactly\u0026nbsp;belong. After all, you were here, on the Croftwell household, with a plausible excuse to be on your own. A major magical family with who knew what going on, but apparently a hand in spirits and the other side. Who knew what you might find?\n\nAll the while, there was that mysterious thrumming, too. It seemed to be getting closer as you went. Off to the left… Unfortunately, off to the left was also away from where you were told to go, but really, Jacob's instructions were arguably vague. The bigger problem was that off to the left cut through garden beds. You still weren't sure if you would set plants on fire or not, and testing it out when you were _maybe,_ ever so slightly, arguably toeing the line wasn't the smartest idea. Hopefully, the path to the right eventually wound its way back around.\n\nAs you followed it, you soon found that it began to open up into a wider area. Off to the right was a gravel path that led out of sight, though it looked like a building might have been present through the gaps in the oddly shifting trees. To the left was a building with a big, open door that led into a central aisle. You could see _out_ the other end of the building where it opened up into another pathway. It looked almost like a vehicle shed, complete with doors large enough to manoeuvre a car through – though the path that _led_ here looked a little too small to manage that. The path on the other side of the building looked like it led towards the _thrumming_ sound much more directly.\n\nDeciding that the thrumming was the more interesting aspect of the current situation, you began to walk across to it. The big double doorway was open, after all, so no one could complain you were bypassing secure areas. At least, you'd be able to make a decent case against it.\n\nThe inside of the building was large and vaulted, the ceiling a surprising height. You'd expected a second storey of some kind judging by the building's external height, but inside it was just one space – maybe a storage shed. If they _actually_ kept vehicles here then it might explain it. Along each of the two walls were jutting, blunt protrusions like nails that were poking out of the wall – each one about as large as one of your horns. They seemed to have a strange, purplish _light_ hovering above them, too. It looked almost like something out of the Sims. Each one had a dark set of lines around them, like a parking space might have white lines on the ground. They looked about big enough to hold a car, really. Yet… there were no cars.\n\nSince you were passing by one anyway, you approached one with mild curiosity to see if you could spot anything indicating what the spike actually _did_. Your Dragon's Eye would probably be able to help, even if there was nothing to indicate what it did visually. This could be an interesting opportunity to learn, after all. Maybe they… maybe they _summoned_ vehicles? The Croftwells certainly had no summoners, but would a vehicle count as a spirit? It could be 'storing' one, if you could activate it. Storage would be an amazing thing to learn about, after all, since you _did_ intend on having _quite_ the sizeable gem hoard.\n\n…The notion of having a huge gem hoard seemed a little strange in some ways. Why were you concerned with a _gem hoard_? On the other hand, **_how could you be questioning the importance of a gem hoard what was wrong with you_**?\n\nBut then you got close to one of the spikes.\n\nAll of a sudden, the lines seemed to _scorch_ the dirt around you, the 'parking space' lines turning purple. Rings sprang to life around your feet, etched with runes. Runes of purple light that somehow resonated with that little area inside your mind that had been kindled by Din – that section of _understanding_. Perhaps all magic had elements of the First Language in it? The words meant _Restraint_.\n\nBefore you could say a word, a ring materialised around your muzzle and locked it shut as tightly as a chain. An ethereal purple tether stretched from your snout down to the stake in the wall. You dug your toes into the dirt, but all that happened was you were able to feel the dirt scraping between your toes as your feet were summarily _spread_.\n\nIn front of you, two more circles materialised, shoulder-width apart. They spun, moving too quickly for you to pick out what exactly the runes said. Their effect became obvious quickly though as posts made of stone _rose_ from the floor, coming up to waist height. A line of light connected the two, before stone connected the tops, making a horizontal _bar_ of rock. The tether between your snout and the spike began to shorten, pulling you forwards by your mouth.\n\nYou weren't able to move forwards though. The rings around your feet kept you locked in place, the combined effect forcing you to _bend_ forwards, to tilt at the hips as you were lowered towards the bar. At a forty five degree angle, you had to bring your wings forwards to stop yourself from falling snout first onto it.\n\nAs your wings came to rest on the bar, a distinct _hum_ started up – one you could feel in your belly. A bright light met your eyes as a larger circle than any of the others began to spin around your body, the runes inside twirling slowly. You could see the criss-crossing of lines within it, the angular spellwork that etched the ground.\n\nYou were in some kind of trouble. The spike had reacted to your presence, and you were being pulled into it, now. What even _was_ it? Your heart beating fast, your head racing, you looked around with your Dragon Eye.\n\n**_Stable Hitch  \n A stake in a wall designed to anchor reins to._**\n\n_Stable hitch?_ This wasn't a vehicle shed, it was an _animal_ shed. A _stable_. One without any animals. You looked down at the big, spinning circle.\n\n**_Diagnose – Veterinarian  \n Analytical Spell  \n Level 24  \n A powerful analysis spell for the investigation of living creatures. Reveals physical ailments, health, current mood, and other physical and minor mental traits. Unable to analyse humanoids in favour of gaining additional information about animals including species, demeanour, and pacifying stimuli._**\n\n_You were in one of the pens_. Right, then it was time to get out. You reached down into the strange well of power you had come to know over the past few weeks, and—\n\nFound nothing. _Your power was out of reach, somehow_. You reached for it, but it was like trying to grip at something with numbed fingers. It fell right through your grasp. It was like trying to clench a muscle that was too overworked and wouldn't respond right. You looked around, suddenly feeling your pulse racing faster.\n\nThere was a second ring around your feet.\n\n**_Nullify – Beast  \n Protection Spell  \n Level 24  \n A spell which prevents the use of inherent magical abilities by an animal of a lower level than the spell. Typically used by veterinarians and beast trainers._**\n\nYou were subject to beast magic?! You found yourself _growling_, which was about all you could do as suddenly the analytical magic circle faded away with a flash, leaving you bent forwards and resting on the stone bar in front of you. Was it done? Was it over?\n\nThe answer came soon enough when _half a dozen_ circles began to glitter around you, spinning on the surfaces they materialised on. Your eye picked them all up. _Restrain. Restrain. Manipulate. Decontaminate. Mark_. _Send._ You felt something _lock_ around your tail, and felt it being _lifted_ up. You couldn't stop it. You couldn't fight it as your muscles strained and protested, but inevitably, the trunk of your tail was _lifted_ up over your back… then curled forwards, making you lift your ass up into the air. Your tailtip brushed against the back of your neck, then _stopped_, leaving you feeling embarrassingly exposed.\n\nOnly, that was just the start. A _warmth_ that tingled your scales wrapped around each of your limbs, starting with the tips of your toes and wings. It began to migrate downwards, a _shimmer_ in the air circling around your limbs. What was it? It looked magical, but all you could tell was that it was _decontaminate_.\n\nUntil it reached your sleeves. As the shimmer touched the fabric there, it _disintegrated_, turning to dust that vanished into nothingness. You felt it crawling slowly up your legs. Along your tail. _What would happen to your bracers?!_\n\nThankfully, it seemed to leave your bracers untouched.\n\n**\u0026nbsp;** Perhaps magical items weren't so easily broken. You didn't hear your phone falling, so presumably _that_ was gone, too. At least you didn't have any photos on it. But cool air _caressed_ your bare scales as in virtually no time you were left naked, bent over, resting on a bar, with your snout held shut by a glittering, magic circle. You couldn't see the door. You were trapped, facing the wall, legs spread and tail hiked high.\n\nAnd then you felt it. Something rough slithering around your neck. _Something brushing against your scales_. You jolted your snout down to look at what it was, but couldn't see it. You felt it wrapping around your throat, securing into place, forming a loop. _Like a collar_. The touch of metal snicked closed around the side of your neck with what could have been a buckle. Then, you felt your neck _jerked_ down a little bit, pulling you into a final position with your head between your wingtips on the bar, leaving you stuck there… like an animal.\n\nJust like that, most of the circles vanished. You found that they were simply gone, leaving you standing there, a subtle burn in your legs at being kept spread – those circles _remained_, you found – waiting for … whatever came next.\n\nYou couldn't summon the spirits living in your bracers. They were inaccessible. You could _feel_ their presence, but you couldn't put any mana into your bracers to let them out. Your snout was bound shut and you couldn't call for help. You were keenly aware of how exposed your ass was to any member of the Croftwell family who happened to walk in here. And what would Jacob say if _he_ found you here, having given you directions through the lavender garden? How would you explain yourself?\n\nYou pulled on your legs, but neither budged. You pulled with your _tail_ … only to find the loop around your neck _pulled back_. You tried to lift your head, but it was stuck. You couldn't do anything. Aegaeon, the powerful, _nullified_ by a magic beast containment spell. _What did that mean for your powers?_ You were going to have to talk to Magnus or Roman or Leon or **_someone_** about this _immediately_. There had to be some answer to this or that would mean pretty serious things for **_somebody_** , even if it was just _someone was going to get bitten by a pissed off dragon_.\n\nThen you heard a sound. A _crunch_ of gravel under a shoe. _Someone was coming. The 'Send' effect?_\n\nYou tried to jerk your head towards the door, but it wouldn't budge.\n\n“My, my, my. Aren't you unexpected,\" came a soothing voice from off to the side. You could _smell_ him. Human. Male. Not washed terribly recently – or if he had, he'd since been sweating. As insane as it sounded in your head, with your mouth forcibly closed, your sense of smell was muted. “Where in the realms did _you_ come from?\" the voice asked, boots stepping closer to you. You could smell him. Hear him. _He was approaching_. You made a muffled '_Mmm!'_ noise at him. With your draconic vocal cords, even _you_ didn't think it sounded terrible intelligent, though. “Easy. Relax,\" came the voice, now from right behind you. “Let's see what the spell says…\"\n\nA moment later, you saw a _light_ behind you. It cast a soft shadow on the wall in front of you. You heard a _click_ and an _mm_, like the man was clucking his tongue and thinking. You tried to move your foot to draw in the dirt, but the best you could do was to scratch a gouge in the floor.\n\n“_Really now_,\" came the thoughtful rumble. “_Agitated_, _distressed_… Intelligent, prideful, _promiscuous_… You're a prize specimen of a wyvern, aren't you?\"\n\nThe W word made your snout crinkle, and before you realised what had happened, you were already giving a dull growl.\n\n“Oof, agitated for sure. Mm… Well, don't worry. Just so happens I'm an expert on your kind,\" he said. “I know just what a pretty one like you needs. But first, just gonna see what we're working with.\"\n\nWith that, you felt the distinctive _pulsing_ of mana. A rough hand – by human standards – slid under your right thigh, then slid down your leg. You felt fingers rubbing against your scales, brushing your thigh, leathery fingers linking around your shin. You couldn't see him, but you could _feel_ him rubbing your leg and touching your shin. You couldn't pull away. If he was crouching, his head would be _right level_ with the base of your tail. It was _humiliating_. As his fingers bumped into the bracers around your shins, there came another thoughtful _cluck_.\n\n“Wow, you're a lucky one. Must have been a _real_ interested mate that gave you these. Wonder if you turned 'em down,\" came the soft chuckle. His fingers ran across the metalwork of your twinned bracers, before sliding further down, wrapping around one of your footclaws. “Mmh… Looking healthy. Analyse spell's great, but there's something to be said about a personal touch,\" came the mumble as you felt fingers _lift_ and _spread_ your toes. They slid between your toes, rubbing the scalework there. Lifting and inspecting each of your claws. Then, he moved on to your other leg, checking the same thing.\n\nWhen he was done, he began winding his way _up_. His fingers started migrating towards the base of your tail, and you gave him a low growl. He abandoned the gap between your thighs, and instead moved on to your hips.\n\nNever had you been so thoroughly, intimately _touched_. It wasn't just intimate, it was _invasive_. His fingers brushed your hide, rubbed your sides, ran along the inside of your wings. You felt your wing membrane _touched_ and _prodded_ and _poked_, a running commentary coming about how _impressive_ you looked. How proud, healthy, and vivid your scales. How stretchy your wing membrane, and how prominent your eyeridges. You heard a soft chuckling comment that he was going to trust your teeth were good _for now_, since he didn't trust you enough to take off the muzzle bind just yet.\n\n“A 'vern's fire is no joke, I keep telling Nath… Maybe I'll finally be able to convince him, thanks to you. All right. Physical looks pretty good. I'd say you're young. Mature, but _quite_ young, huh. Ready for mating, probably haven't done it yet, and _real_ pent up as a result. You'd be… eighty? Ninety? About twenty in our years, give or take. Well, either way, still young enough for training to be pretty effective. I know a charm or two that'd do _just_ the trick – just gotta calm you down, and get those inherent defences relaxed, eh? Luckily, I know a way to do both. Let's calm you down…\"\n\n_What did that even mean?_ Before you could think about it, the figure was doing another spell. You weren't sure what, because you couldn't turn to look at it. But you didn't have to wait for long before you felt a rough hand _press_ to your ass. That was when your shame was truly revealed.\n\nAll the poking, the prodding, the invasive touching had had a shameful effect on your body that you couldn't help. The figure, one hand on your ass, was given a full view of the half-hard arousal that had slipped free from your slit, the rich, reddish flesh hanging down between your legs. Your legs that you couldn't close, beneath your tail that you couldn't lower.\n\n“_Hwa?_\" came the surprised noise from the man. You felt something warm and slightly rough – _fingers_ – wrap around your jutting, betraying spire. “_Well_ now, aren't you _real_ rare. I'm definitely training you up. Slight change of plans,\" his voice came. Then you heard a _squelch_. Like someone squirting something from a bottle. That hand held onto your dick, giving it slow, gentle squeezes. You tried to pull away, but weren't able to at all. Not even when you felt something _thick_, dense, and soft despite its firmness _nudge_ against the cleft of your ass. Something _slick_ and _slippery_. You made a yelp, eyes widening, trying to pull away. You _reached_ for the mana in your core, trying to pull at it, trying to _grab_ at it. Trying to do **_anything_** with it as you felt the kiss of that fat, blunt _something_ against your ass. Your cock throbbed, dropping slowly out from your slit and into the man's hand. “Easy, easy… Yeah… definitely haven't mated yet. First time's always nervous but don't worry, I know _just_ how to take care of your kind,\" the voice said.\n\nThen the pressure against your rump increased.\n\nHelpless to stop it, you tried to pull away, to wriggle your ass away from the—from the _toy_.\n\n“Oi, easy, now. I know you 'verns like to play hard to get but you don't need to entice it! It's gonna breed you nice and hard, I promise,\" came the reassuring voice of the man. “Aah, you'll learn soon enough. All right.\" The hand left your cock and came instead to your thigh. You felt it wrap gently around your ankle before you felt the tell-tale kiss of _mana_ again. And just like that, your leg was being _lifted_. Hiked up into the air, elevated to a seventy five degree angle out to the side… leaving your slit and ass _shamelessly_ on display and vulnerable, and your now mostly-hard cock _pulsing_ in the air. But now, balanced on one leg, your other leg suddenly _locked_ in the air, you couldn't even pull away very well.\n\nSo when that fat sensation _squashed_ wetly against your ass again, your stomach nearly _dropped_. You clenched. You _growled_. You _whined_. You _gurgled_ and wriggled. But nothing stopped the inevitable.\n\n“Easy now, this is nice and natural. 'Verns like you get _crazy_ pent up without any way of getting relief… That's why your kind's so promiscuous. Only way to keep the urges down's a nice, helpful partner. That's what we got right here… your first partner. Just pretend it's a nice, big 'vern on your back. … Don't worry, those instincts'll kick in real soon,\" came the surprisingly encouraging words.\n\nAnd then the fat, spaded crown of the unseen toy _popped_ into your ass.\n\nYour ring stretched around it and the man's hand wrapped around your cock. You felt him start to _squeeze_ at your dick, kneading it between his fingers. As a pressure built up behind the dick skewering into your ass oh so slowly, his hand began to slide _down_ the length of your dick, giving you a shameless _stroke_.\n\n_It felt good_.\n\nUp and down, oh so slowly, the unknown human _jerked_ you slowly off as he began to _push_ and pull on the fat toy that was starting to skewer into your ass. You tried to squeeze around it, to stop it sinking deeper, but nothing helped. It was slippery in a way you'd never felt before, like friction had just _stopped_ for the toy. And his hand wrapped around you was squashing the bumps and barbs along your dick.\n\n“Yeah… There we go. This is a little like what it's going to feel when you start mating,\" he said, starting to _squash_ the fat girth into your ass. You _heard_ the squelch that came from under your tail as your dick began to _dribble_ precum from the stimulation, blood stiffening your cock in the human's hand. “Just relax… And a one,\" he said, _pushing_ it gently inside. “And a twooo_,\"_ he said, _easing_ it back out to the crown. “And a _three_.\"\n\nHe _humped_ the toy into your body.\n\nThe jolt that ran through your system left your eyes wide as you were _fucked_ by that fat length, jabbing bluntly against your prostate. It dug and scratched at your insides in the most unique ways, in ways you'd never _felt_ before. “_Yeah_. This guy's a mountain 'vern. Should be close enough to your kind to start pushing some _buttons_… Just gotta work him deep enough. Come on,\" he said, starting to put _weight_ behind it. Making your body _rock_ forwards onto the bar. Making your dick _jolt_ and spurt wet splatters of fluid onto the ground. Making your tail jolt and twitch in the air. “Sooner we get you nice and relaxed, sooner we can get you all sorted out and settled in… Can't believe my luck, huh. Yeah. You like this, don'tcha? That's a good 'vern… _That's a good Nova_.\"\n\nDeeper. Harder. _Thicker_. The toy got so _fat_ underneath your tail, and the human's hand was so _nice_ and _tight_ around your dick. It was _unfair_. It was _unfair_ how … _good_ it felt. It was _unfair_ the way that _prodding_, fat _pushing_ into your ass made you want to push _back_. It was unfair how much you found yourself wanted him to go _harder_. You gave a growl, but you felt like your heart wasn't quite _in_ it. It was feeling _shamefully good_. You were leaking all over his hand and, humiliating as it was, _you really wanted that little bit more_. Your rational mind railed against what was happening, but with every wet, warm _jolt_ to your prostate, with every tail-stretching _squash_ of that artificial breeder inside your ass, it was hard to say _no_ to the pleasure.\n\n“Heavy breathing, curling claws, trembling… Getting close, Nova? Yeah, I bet you are. Good name for you, too, I reckon. For a fire 'vern… We're going to make you a _star_, after all,\" came the encouraging words as you were slowly, deeply _fucked_ by that probing toy. “Little closer. _Come on, once we get you over the edge, we can really get to work_. After all, nothing like draconic essence to supercharge a spell, yeah?\"\n\nWhat was going to happen when you came? With the way he was _hammering_ your buttons and jerking you off, from tip to base to tip again, you were going to find out _real_ soon. It was hard not to want to _hump_. The only thing keeping your hips steady was the way your leg was _hiked_ up for the world to see. _Hump, hump, hump_, the fat toy was _pounding_ away at you. You couldn't hold back much longer. You were going—you were going to _orgasm_ in front of a random Croftwell human who thought you were a _beast_. You had to hold back.\n\nYour dignity _demanded_ it. Your pride _required_ it. Your body _denied_ it.\n\nHump, _hump, **hump—squish—squeeze** _. The human's hand _wrapped_ behind the fat bulb that was your forming knot and _groped_ at it as he quickly started to _fuck_ you with the toy in short, sharp jabs. Your peak hit you like a truck.\n\n“_Come on, Nova, be a good 'vern and let go of all those mental blocks, let it all loose,_\" you were told. “_Be a good 'vern and finish so we can wrap this spell round your pliable little mind, hmm?_\" And with a _tug_, your dick _jolted_ and you _came_. You almost saw white as he _shoved_ the rest of the toy home into your ass, a plump, half-formed knot stretching you open as the tip _dug_ into your core. Your cock stiffened _hard_ and you felt your own knot bloating as you let out the first thick, gooey **_splrtch_** of cum across the dirt. “ **_Good Nova!_**\" came the praise as a warm _bliss_ blanketed your body. That toy filled you so completely and made everything feel _relaxed_, like someone was giving you a back massage only _all over_. You felt a warm _flow_ of mana and saw a _light_ from beneath you, on the floor. _A spell circle forming right where your cum was splattering noisily_.\n\nYour draconic seed charged it. You could _feel_ mana _flooding_ beneath you, and something _washed_ over you like a wave. Colours _erupted_ in front of your vision like a rainbow, dazzling your eyes and making your breath catch. **_Good Nova_** _._ A strange note of _pride_ welled up in your chest as you _spurted_ shamelessly for the human, a weird feeling of _rightness_, like you had just impressed the most important person in the world. Your head knew something was weird about that, but with each spurt, it felt a little _less important_… until you found yourself groaning as you pushed against the human's hand eagerly. You tried to focus on the _colours_.\n\n**_Modify Mentality  \n Mental Spell_**  \n**_Level 24_**  \n**_A spell used to condition certain responses from a living being. Generally used for training animals which are difficult to handle, or which need to be trained in an accelerated timeframe._**\n\n“Just a nice little training spell… Gonna make acting, even _thinking_ like a _trained_ 'vern feel _good_, and acting like a wild one _bad_. 'Cause you're a _good **Nova** _, aren't you?\" came the words. And with the words came a strange, flowing _warmth_ in your belly that felt so _nice_. So _calming_ and _good_. “Aah, Nath's gonna be _over the moon_ when he sees you… Now just one more oughta help out, let's see.\"\n\nA sparkling tingle of mana traced the ground between your legs. You felt your leg being _eased_ down, and your ass being _pushed_. You felt your ass _lifting_ up and _easing_ forwards, before it was _stopped_. **_Splrt… splrt… splrt…_** You could almost _feel_ your spunk being caught in _something_, in a supernatural tangle. The more your spurted, the more power you were giving the enchanting tangle of magic that was being woven around your body. This time, you felt the pulsing _flow_ of magic _wrapping_ around your cock itself. Snugly fitting over it like an arcane _sheath_. Then you felt your leg being _lowered_ again, until you were standing on the ground.\n\n“This one always gets 'em… Male, female, this'll help keep those aggressive mating urges down,\" the man said. It was so hard to feel _upset_ at him, though. You felt the fat plug of a toy being _pulled_ back, _eased_ back out of you, ridges _popping_ wetly. It made your whole body shiver. Then, you felt a _pat_ to your ass. “Good Nova…\" _Tingling pleasure_. “Now push back. _Sit_,\" he said. You felt a hand wrap around the handle-like loop your locked tail was forming, then _pull_ your ass back. Your slick, stretched ass began to _sink_ onto the fat cock-shaped toy.\n\n_At the same time, you felt a tight, soft ring start to slide onto your jutting, still slow-spurting cock_.\n\n“Mm… Takes the essence of a creature like you, Nova, to make this enchantment permanent… So nice when everything lines up, heh. _Sit_,\" he commanded. _And somehow, fighting felt just too difficult_. So sit, you did. Pushing your ass back as much as your restraints allowed. And every inch you _squashed_ back into your ass, every inch that the toy was pushed back inside – you felt that pressure _engulf_ your dick. It made you _squeeze_—\n\n_And you felt the squeeze around your own cock_.\n\nDimly, you realised that whatever the man had done… _Every sensation you gave the toy was being fed back to you_. It made your ass ache to take the cock. _But it felt so good around your cock that it almost **hurt** _.\n\n“Yeah… Once we have all those urges out of you, we ought to be able to get you all settled in and marked. I'll have to set up a bit for a beast like you, Nova, but—\"\n\n“GERARD?\" came a shout from outside. The man stopped.\n\n“Aah, be right back, Nova… Wait right here. Or, actually—\"\n\nSuddenly you felt the fat, thick _girth_ of that toy being _pushed_ back into you. You didn't have to sit, you just had to _take_ it. You just had to keep your rump held up and let the stranger _push an animal's cock into your ass_. **_Like a good beast_** _._ With the rainbows in front of your eyes encouraging you and making your heart beat so hard yet so slowly, you couldn't resist it – not even when the plump knot _kissed_ your ass and the ghostly sensations of a tight 'vern ass _squeezed_ around your own knot. You may as well have been exactly the wild animal that the man thought you were as he pushed a _little_ harder… and you _helped push back_ before you even knew what you were doing, _popping_ the wild cock into you with a whimper.\n\n“_Good Nova…_ Shh. I'll be back soon. _Got someone I think will be over the **moon** to see you._ Just do what feels natural.\"\n\nAnd somehow, with the warmth of the light in your eyes, the blissful sensation of a tight hole _wrapped_ around your dick, and the flowing feeling of warm _pleasure_ that tingled every time the man – Gerard – praised you, it was hard not to do _just_ what felt natural. _To clench around the fat toy and enjoy your own ass's phantom squeezing around your dick._\n\nGerard vanished. It felt so _good_. **_Good wyvern_…** Good wyvern? Fuck… what were you _doing,_ you needed to get _out_ of—\n\nSuddenly, everything felt strangely cold and dim. The colours were muted, and the sensations between your legs were distant. You could feel your heart beating fast. The first thought on your mind was that you wanted the _warmth_ back. You wanted the pleasure back, you wanted to get\u0026nbsp; to finish and—\n\n_Everything turned vibrant again_. Pleasure _trickled_ down the back of your neck like honey and your dick _jolted_ inside the phantom pressure of your ass.\n\n“_Gerard! There you are_,\" you dimly heard from outside.\n\nWhat had happened? You'd just been thinking about how you needed this to _stop_ because—\n\n_Cold. Dim. Distant_. A shiver ran down your spine, and everything felt discordant and **_wrong_**. You whimpered, helplessly, shamefully, and curled your toes. You wanted the warmth _back_ and to _stay_. The spell… a training spell? So… If you thought of yourself as a good w… good dragon—\n\nNo sooner had you thought it than the _warmth_ returned.\n\n“_What's up, Nathan? I've got something **amazing** to show ya. You're gonna hit the roof.\"_\n\nSo long as you thought good, obedient thoughts… _pleasure swam in your system_. Physical, liquid _pleasure_ rang through every throb, every twitch, every _squeeze_. _A conditioning spell, to make you **think** _ _right_. And it felt so good. Fighting it was hard. _You wanted the pleasure, your cock aching for another release already just from that slow clenching around yourself_. With a groan, you _humped_ forwards, and felt only the most minimal pleasure greet you. _You were plugged up with nothing to fuck_. You were being left there to _drip_.\n\n“_Turns out Jake met up with a guest, then disappeared. We never even met the driver._\"\n\n“_Aah, you know Jake, Nath. He does his own thing._\"\n\nYou needed it so _much_. The rainbow lights, the warming pleasure, the strange feeling of _pride_ when you did something **_bestial_** , like it was just… _right_. You gave a _hump_ backwards. _Not enough._\n\n“_Yeah. Anyway, you seen the De Rostveldt guest?_\"\n\n_\u0026nbsp;“There's a De Rostveldt guest that isn't Magnus De Rostveldt?_\"\n\nYou couldn't help but feel so good as one spell pleasured your cock and the other helped you feel that deep, budding sensation of _delight_ with every shift of the colours. In one moment, you realised… _You wanted to be trained. You wanted this. Maybe it was the spell, but right then and there, you wanted to finish so badly that you didn't care if Gerard 'trained' you_ **.**\n\n“_Yeah. Pa told me about it this morning, but nobody showed._\"\n\n_“Huh. Well, you know how … You know how the De Rostveldts were. Are._\"\n\n**_Squeeze… squeeze… squeeze!_** You pleasured the knot in your ass, and by extension your own knot, feeling the fat pressure squashing your prostate mercilessly.\n\n“_Yeah. Help me look?_\"\n\n“_I'm a little busy, Nath. How about you and Jake team up on this one?\"_\n\n**_If only you could get that little bit more…_**\n\n_“Jake? You're kidding me. Come on._\"\n\n“_I really can't. Trust me, you'll thank me, later. You and Jake tag team. Divvy up the estate, try not to double up. Where have you looked so far?\"_\n\n**_You were desperate to cum, there on the floor, like a good 'vern. Like a good Nova_**. _Just **thinking** about being a good beast was making your cock twitch more, the rainbow lights rewarding your thinking by amping pleasure up and up and up…_\n\n_“Ground floor, main gardens.\"_\n\n_“And now here, too, so you can rule them all out.\"_\n\n_So if you thought right… maybe… it'd be enough… Maybe…_\n\n_“Gerard, it could take all day to search the whole place, even splitting up. If we had their name maybe we could speed it up, but…\"_\n\n_“Then better get started.\"_\n\n_You were a good Nova. **Throb.** You were a good 'vern. **Twitch.** Good beast. **Squeeze**. Good animal. **Drip.** Good Nova. Obedient Nova. **Yes…** Good. Obedient. Eager. **Yes!** Animal. Beast. Wyvern. **Nova.** _\n\n**_SPLRRRTCH!_**\n\nYou let out a choked, almost tearful _cry_ as orgasm _wracked_ your brain, rewarding you with the deepest, hardest waves of pleasure you could ever remember. _Nothing compared to this. Not sex. Not Din. This was purest, addicting, perfect love, and it was bringing you every wet, thick **splrt** that hit the ground._\n\nYou could _feel_ yourself splattering onto the floor again, your eyes rolling back into the rainbow hues as undiluted pleasure _wracked_ your system, your stretched ass _aching_ as you squeezed around its – and your - knot. You came hard, groaning and panting like a wild beast letting off so much steam, every perverse and obedient thought making you cum _harder_.\n\n_\u0026nbsp;“Sure you can't help?\"_\n\n_“Sure. 'Sides, you're the Heir, you got the minotaur's—\"_\n\nYou _writhed_ as the thoughts and the fat toy kept you spraying thick, bestial slime across the stable floor. _In that moment, it didn't matter what you were… you wanted more._\n\n_“Yeah, good, great.\"_\n\n_“Sorry.\"_\n\nLust wracked your system and you could feel yourself _clamping_ down behind your knot. **_Good Nova_**. The thought swam through your head. The rainbow lights were so wonderful and warm. _You were a good 'vern_. It was so hard to _disagree_.\n\n_“'S'alright. Let me know if you see them, yeah?\"_\n\n_“First thing.\"_\n\nFootsteps came back to you as you squirmed and writhed as much as your bonds would allow. Bent forwards, legs spread, it just felt so _wonderful_ when you squeezed around that knot. It felt like you should have felt _something_ when Gerard came back and saw your tail hiked up high, showing off the fat _bulb_ that had been wedged into your body, but any time your head began to drift towards it, those wonderful, colourful lights _guided_ you back to remind you about _what a good Nova you were_.\n\nIt felt so _good_, it was unfair. It was _wonderful_. And somehow, knowing that Gerard was seeing your dick _spurting_ in the air made you feel _proud_ and _happy_. It was a strange feeling that coupled with the shame and you didn't know how to handle it.\n\nSo you just groaned.\n\n“Well now,\" came Gerard's voice. “Where were we? You look like you're doing _great_, Nova.\" _The praise felt so good_. As strange as it felt, there was always that tingle of _pride_ at being praised. Thinking was so hard. You felt a hand press to your ass. “That there was your future owner. Your packmate. It's his birthday in a month, so _we_ gotta get you _nice and trained up_. It's gonna take a good six months or so to break all that wilfulness wild 'verns got out of you, but don'tcha worry, you're gonna do just great, Nova,\" the mage said, giving the side of your tail a _rub_. _Six months?!_ You had to get out of here as—\n\n**_Cold. Grey. Fear_**. Shivers ran down your spine and you _quivered_ as everything felt _muted_ and distant. You felt a blossom of _shame_ in your belly. _You'd been bad._\n\n“Shh,\" Gerard said, seemingly picking up on it. You felt a hand wrap around the plump base of the toy and _eased_ it back. You tried not to whine as it _popped_ out from your scaled ass, the dull grey of the spell making it so you felt no pleasure from it. “_Don't worry, Nova…_ Just the training spell. You're a _good 'vern_, yeah? **_Good 'vern._** Be a good 'vern and everything's gonna feel _just great_. Like this. **_Sit_**.\"\n\nYou felt that calloused hand slide through the loop of your tail and, with a pull, you were _rocked_ back onto the fat, warm toy. Rainbow _bliss_ erupted behind your eyes as you obeyed like a good 'vern, and the world felt _warm_ and wonderful again. Scents filled your nose and your cock _throbbed_ again, drooling a dollop of white-yellow slime. This time you _couldn't_ hold back a whine.\n\nWhen you focused, you could still see the world. It was just _rainbow_ hued. Tinted in blues and reds and wonderful swirls of colour. You just had to be a good 'vern. Not think about—_Just think about being a good 'vern_. Just for now. _For now_.\n\n“That's it… Yeah. This is **_Sit_** ,\" he said, _pulling_ on your tail again. And your ass went backwards as the fat, rigid _presence_ skewered against your prostate and the phantom sensations of your own ass _wrapped_ around your cock.\n\n“We're gonna have to drill some of the basic commands into you. Don't worry, after the first few hours, they'll be _easy_ for a smart beastie like you,\" you heard as pleasure and _warmth_ flooded your senses. _The stretch ached… but there was this perverse pride and **rightness**._ “Specially with that spell around your head. _It's a bit dirty, but it'll break down even the toughest beast_. Best part is, the smarter you are, _the faster and better it works_, so it's perfect for your type. Couple it with those natural instincts you 'verns got and… Now you **_Sit_** tight, I've gotta go grab a few things, Nova. So be **_good_** and just… _do what comes natural to a nice, young 'vern like you_. Here, this oughtta help.\"\n\nSuddenly, something was being drawn across your snout. It felt leathery, yet smooth. Like a surprisingly heavy cloth. You focused your eyes on it, trying to muster up the willpower to _shake your head no—_And immediately the _cold, grey chill_ set in, leaving you whining. You held your head still for the man, and the warmth returned, comforting and gentle.\n\nBlack material was draped across your eyes, yet still the colours remained. It was wrapped around your muzzle and _tied_ in place by thick straps to your neck. To the _collar_ around your neck. In so few moments, you were muzzled and blinded by a thick beast's hood, leaving you unable to see **anything** but the charming, mesmeric colours that seemed to wordlessly tell you how _good a boy you were. How good a 'vern you were going to be._ You felt a _pat_ to your flank, one that _pushed_ you forwards until the half-formed knot _popped_ painful-pleasurably out of your ass again, only for it to be _squashed_ back in_,_ before the footsteps retreated.\n\nAnd you were left to the light. The warm, enveloping _comfort_ of obedience. The swirling _reassurance_ of behaving. The soft _fullness_ of doing _what felt_ _natural_. All the while, those thoughts _ebbed_ and _flowed_ – **_good 'vern. Good Nova. Sit._** It was humiliating, yet so _good_ every time you squeezed around that fat _heat_ in your ass. It wasn't enough to push you over the edge, no. That would have been too _easy_. But if you thought all those _good_ thoughts, of obedience and pleasure and _acceptance_, you felt your dick _throb_ as the spell almost _sensitized_ your ass and cock and forced you an inch closer to spilling.\n\nYou could cum. _You_ _would cum_… you were _sure…_ you just… had to keep… _thinking the right thoughts_. _Like a good 'vern_.\n\nAnd anyone outside looking in would have seen simply a feral wyvern, wrapped in a hood, resting on a stone bar, desperately _rocking_ back and forth with a very thick, heavy plug under its tail, desperately hard and dripping into a viscous puddle on the floor, not even aware it was drooling.\n\n\\* \\* \\*\n\nFor what felt like _hours_, you rocked and squeezed and _groaned_ with the fat, feral breeder under your tail. Any thought that the spell thought of as _good_ made your cock _pulse_ and your ass feel so desperately _good_ to be stretched. When the rare thought about what you were doing or the shame began to creep in, the cold punishment of the colour spell left you quivering and quickly trying to push them away. Somehow, just letting all those thoughts go left you feeling that strange, ensorcelled feeling of _pride_ at being… _a beast._ You felt tired, but the _need_ under your tail wouldn't let up. You peaked twice more just from thinking about your situation alone. It was a twisted spell, one to make you _enjoy_ the treatment, to make your only option to get the release you so desperately needed be _thinking of yourself as a trained animal_. But you couldn't help yourself. Worst was that each time you did it, it felt like it took a little longer. A little _more_.\n\nYet you couldn't get enough, either. Like your body was in a _rut_. Everything just felt _good_ – sore, but so _good_ with that plug shoved up into you.\n\nEventually, you heard footsteps again.\n\n“There we go,\" you heard. “_Atta 'vern_. Still aroused, huh? Y'know I knew it, but almost didn't believe it. Whewf,\" Gerard said. _Of course you were still aroused_. _How could you not be?_ “Yeah, this spell's _just_ the right one for you,\" his voice came as you felt a hand _grip_ the plug under your tail. Before you could say anything, you felt it _pulling_ back. Stretching you out again as the swell of the knot passed your muscles and then sliding slowly, agonisingly out. “So now, I got _everything_ all prepped up, specially for the Croftwell family's newest mount's training. We're gonna have to ease our way into you a lil more, Nova… But don't worry. See, tantric magic's based on the understanding that someone's mental fortitude's at its _aaabsolute_ weakest during the moments of climax. Pair that with how you 'verns have those _natural pacifying instincts_ when you get bred, and you've got the perfect recipe for success, now don'tcha?\" Gerard asked, rubbing around your sore ass. “Means that _every time you pop_, the magic's gonna sink a little deeper. But still, let's get you moving.\"\n\nYou felt something push against the front of your snout, then. It felt firm, and was very much seeking entrance.\n\n“_Take_,\" you heard. Hesitantly, you tried to open your muzzle… and found that it worked again. Your Dragon Eye no longer worked with you blinded like you were. No sooner had you opened your mouth though than something _popped_ into it.\n\nIt tasted like metal and clicked against your teeth, and a strange salty tang clung to it that you couldn't place. It slid between your teeth and pushed back to the base of your jaws, forcing your snout to remain open. As your tongue wrapped around it, you realised it was a _bar_.\n\n“Mmm… had to borrow Castigir's bridle, but hippogryph's don't mind sharing. We'll get you your own soon enough,\" you heard as you realised _what_ the taste on your tongue was. You felt leather sliding up the bridge of your muzzle, then across the hood that was draped over your eyes. Something slid behind your horns, and you felt a _tug_ on your collar… before the bit between your jaws _stuck_.\n\nYour cock _jerked_ and you felt it slap wetly against your own belly. You heard a surprised noise come from Gerard, and again that shameful, alien **_pride_** seeped into your thoughts. _You were a big boy. You wanted to show your owner you were a big boy_.\n\nSlowly, you felt those hands sliding down the back of your legs, hands gripping your ankles.\n\n“Realms, but you spilled a lot. Wish I'd set up a catcher first, this'd power _so_ many spells. Eh… Well, it's fine. Just means that each drop's going to be powering the training spells instead. With this much powering them, they oughtta be strong enough to break down a _person_. Now _lift_,\" you heard as his hand _tugged_ your right leg upwards.\n\nYou did. You didn't even think of resisting, this time. Pleasure throbbed between your legs as reward, and you couldn't stifle the groan that came with it. **_Good Nova_** , you felt, were _made_ to feel. Drool pooled in your muzzle as you found yourself unable to close it.\n\n“Wonder why you turned the fella who gave you this thing down,\" you heard Gerard muse as fingers wrapped around one of your anklets. “These look _quality_. You're a picky one for mates, aren'tcha, Nova? Well, don't worry, we'll train that outta you, too. Like it or not, I'll be picking your mates for you from now on. Don't want these getting damaged though, _'specially_ once you meet Castigir, hmm? He's got an eye for shiny things. Was gonna make him Nath's mount, but everybody knows 'verns are superior, eh?\"\n\n_Pride. **Throb** _.\n\n“_Yeah_.\"\n\nWith a gentle _tug,_ you felt your right anklet _slid_ free from your claw, leaving your leg bare again. Your foot was placed back down, and then you heard that same command so that Gerard could take your other bracelet. “_Lift_.\"\n\nSoon, you were left utterly naked. Gerard even slipped your magic ring off, giving a quiet mumble of wondering how long it took you to get it on in the first place. Putting them somewhere to the side by the sounds of it, soon you felt Gerard's hands on your body again…\n\nYou felt something _tug_ on your collar, pulling you backwards. You tried to make a noise, but all that came out around your hippogryph-flavoured bridle was a shamefully – _proudly_ – feral grumble. You felt so _sapped_ of intensity. Like it was hard to drum up the energy to fight. You just wanted to be a **_good 'vern_**. That was good… right? It was hard to even feel that upset that you had an animal's taste in your mouth. The colourful lights made everything feel so _nice_.\n\nYou were tugged backwards, and your feet moved freely. You took a step backwards, then a second one, and suddenly you were standing. Your tail twitched, and you felt it come free of your collar.\n\nWith your balance restored, you finally felt able to _walk_ again. Hunched forwards still, but you could walk.\n\n“Good Nova… Now, here's an easy one. **_Come_**.\" Gerard's voice was firm, direct, and the _tug_ to your collar left no doubt about what came next. You _were_ moving. You were being _pulled_ along. But… _you still couldn't see_! You couldn't tell what was ahead of you. You could hear and smell, but the world was a blank swirl of calm, soothing colours. All you could do was step towards the voice.\n\n**_Pleasure_**.\n\nThere was no escape to the satisfying feeling of _warmth_ that trickled down your naked back. Walking towards Gerard made your cock _pulse_ just like it did whenever you thought _good thoughts_. Following the sound of his voice made your dick _ache_ and your empty ass squeeze.\n\n“That's it. Good Nova. **_Come_** ,\" he said, and you walked towards him. Only this time, there had been no pull on the collar.\n\n_So why were you following him?_\n\n“Yeah… I knew you were a smart beast. Break through the wild aggression and underneath you're an obedient little thing, aren't you?\" _Something felt wrong about that, but you couldn't bring yourself to object_. “Well, you're gonna be _real_ soon. I got a surprise all set up for you, Nova,\" the man's voice promised. With a tug, he began to guide you—_somewhere_.\n\n_Crunch, crunch, crunch_. Dirt ground under your claws. Your cock _twitched_ and slapped at your own belly with a note of mixed embarrassment and pride. _You were big enough to slap your own belly_. Somehow that was _good_, something told you.\n\n_Shh, shh, shh_. Grass beneath your claws, now. _You were out in the open_. Cool air brushed your scales. Where were you?\n\n“There we go… So, let's see now… mmh… Have to admit, you're an unusual 'vern, huh? Big wing-claws like yours. We're gonna have to take care of those. Near as I can tell you're a sub-breed of mountain 'verns, which is _real_ nice,\" you heard as a hand _stroked_ down the back of your head. _Aaa, why did it feel so good?_ “Mountain 'verns can't resist an opportunity to rut something. You're not gonna be any different.\" _Was he saying you wouldn't be able to help yourself… or they wouldn't be able to help themselves **on you**?_ “Makes it a great training … _incentive_. **_Up_**.\"\n\nYou were _pushed_ then from behind, and something bumped into your chest. It was thick and barrel-like and soft. You wanted to growl. _But obeying was so much better…_\n\n“ **_Up_** , Nova.\"\n\nA hand on your flank _pushed_ you forwards and you felt yourself _lifting_. You were moved forwards, and your chest came down onto something broad and soft. _Then you felt Gerard's hand wrap around your dick_. You were _squeezed_. It made your ass _tingle_, and your tail lashed involuntarily at the prospect that a ghostly dick was about to push into you. _Were you worried that would happen… or worried that it wouldn't?_\n\n“Yeah… Don't worry, Nova. The spell's one way. We wanna train you back _here_, not in front here.\"\n\nGerard's other hand pressed to your flank, and with a _push_, your hips were urged forwards. Under the rainbow swirls' urging, you obediently _pushed_ forwards with him, the calming pleasure rewarding you completely. _Good 'vern._\n\nSomething soft _wrapped_ around the spaded tip of your dick. It _squeezed_ it and felt cool, applying tantalising pressure to your barbs and ridges, making your whole cock _pulse_. It was like sinking into _heaven_. You didn't want to do this, not _in front of Gerard_ and— **_again came the cold_** _. The isolation. The **grey** _. With a _whine_, you _humped_. _Pleasure squeezed your cock and pumped the warm colours back to life_.\n\nAnd when your hips smacked the base of that tight, soft hole, _they stuck_.\n\n“Yeah… No 'vern can resist a good rut. But see,\" you heard as a hand _rubbed_ at your flank. “Catching a wild mountain 'vern's a once in a lifetime chance. Realms, _I'm_ still takin' in exactly how lucky I am you wandered in. _But you… you're gonna be downright irresistible to other 'verns, now aren'tcha?_ You're not just gonna be a great mount for Nath,\" you heard, a hand _stroking_ up the underside of your tail. _Forcing it to curve upwards_. Helping ease it over your head… _to reattach to your collar_.\n\n**_Good 'vern_** …\n\nYou felt your cock _spurt_ into the hole underneath you. _You'd filled it so much. Pride swelled in your chest as your knot throbbed_. You were claiming something, even if you couldn't work your hips. The shame was so muted, and the pretty colours made the pride so _big_, made it so easy to do what a beast _should_. _A beast like you_.\n\n“We're gonna teach you to be _bait_ for _more_ 'verns. 'Course… that means you're gonna have to learn the female role, but _I got a feelin' that comes easy to you, eh?_\" you heard, as a hand _patted_ your ass again. “So we're gonna just help the spells into training you up for it. So now, let's teach ya a new one, Nova. **_Present_**.\"\n\nWith that, a hand _pushed_ under your tail, easing the trunk of it _upwards_. You felt your tail lifting into the air. _Stopping it was just too hard. Obeying felt good_. You felt a wash of embarrassment though when you realised that Gerard was suddenly able to see your tailhole – but you still couldn't bring yourself to lower your tail, either.\n\n“_Good Nova_! **_Present_**.\"\n\nAs he praised you for exposing yourself, you _felt_ your cock spurt into the thing wrapped around you, your knot swelling a little inside it. The colours soothed you, making you feel like it was _oddly okay_ for the human to see your bared pucker as it _squeezed_, showing off that you were enjoying it.\n\nIn a moment of mixed embarrassment and _delight_, you felt… _proud_ to show off your hole to Gerard. To have a taut, stretchy _ring_ to be mounted on display. To your shame and sheepish _pride_, you lifted your tail up for Gerard of your own free will, arching it over your back, spreading your legs.\n\n“ **_Good Nova_** ,\" you were told again. **_Throb… splrt!_** “Good thing I had this old breeding mount to catch your spills, eh? Even enspelled to be resistant to stuff like acid or flame, for the wild ones like you. Now seeing as you were so good about **_Present_** ing, that deserves a reward I reckon.\"\n\nAs it sank into your addled brain that you were knot-deep in a _breeding mount_, you felt the inevitable. _A plump pressure, pushing up against your still sore tailhole_. “Don't worry, Nova. You 'verns may get real rough, but we're gonna make sure your first few times're _nice and easy_. Gotta train you up for the _real deal_ after all. This one's a valley 'vern. Not like your kind, these ones are flighty, skittish, and real hard to catch. Though I suppose for you, all that matters is that they're _longer and got a lot of barbs_,\" the human chuckled.\n\nAnd then he _pushed_ inside.\n\nThe mount _squeezed_ around your cock tightly. With the toy squashing into your ass, the spell woven around your ass ensured you felt the phantom sensation clamping down on your dick, too. Inside the breeding mount, it felt like it had suddenly come to life with a real ass, and you were helpless but to _spurt_ into it and groan around your hippogryph-flavoured bit.\n\n**_“Good Nova…_**\"\n\nWas that Gerard, or the spell in your thoughts? It was hard to tell. But you felt the urge to _push_ back onto that thick, bestial cock. _Your instincts wanted it rough. You were meant to be bred._ They sang to you, a siren song made so much stronger by the rainbow colours' corrective _teaching_ in your mind. You realised you were standing on your toes, hiking your ass up, your body _pleading_ for more, and you'd only taken the _tip_.\n\n“Yeah… Those spells are having a _real_ good effect, I can tell. Realms bless the mage who made 'em – they may not work on people hah, but they're a godsend for dangerous animals like you, Nova. Yeah… You getting' used to the sound of my voice yet? 'Simportant to keep talking to animals you're training,\" Gerard said as you felt a hand stroke down your back. As your tight ass _clenched_ around the toy, and the spell made the sensations transfer to your own cock. As the barbed, thick male – _toy_ – shoved into your prostate and gave you an enviable _stretching_, _you realised you were getting kinda close again_.\n\nGerard's hand slid slowly up your back.\n\n“Yeah… We'll have to look into some wing binds for you. Can't have you causing any gusts, now.\"\n\n_Push_. The fat toy _spread_ you wide, your hole stretching almost _taut_ around it. You felt barbs _popping_ into you and it felt _good_. You were taking a _lot_. The rainbow colours swirled rewardingly. You tried to relax so you could be filled _more_. You could smell your own arousal, and the stink of other animals close at hand. Clinging to the breeding mount.\n\nWith a singular finger, Gerard _tugged_ on the collar that was wrapped around your neck. You felt him slide his finger around your neck as he did, the fat _squash_ under your tail starting to rock back and forth, forcing you to feel like the breeding mount was fucking itself on you.\n\n“Yeah… You're a beautiful one, Nova. You were _definitely_ meant to be collared. We're gonna make you one of the _prides_ of the Croftwells.\"\n\n_In, and out. In, and out._ It didn't stop, and the more you were _stretched_ and _gaped_ open by that stiff shaft, the less you wanted it to. You just wanted it to keep going. The pretty colours made everything feel so pleasant, so tingling and _good_ and—\n\nSuddenly, Gerard's hand was running fingers along your wing-hands, feeling at the claws there.\n\n“Mmh… These are pretty well developed, huh? That must be how you got in, eh? Just enough dexterity to open a door… not enough to really do much. Mmmm, better safe than sorry, eh, Nova?\"\n\n_Yeah. Better safe than sorry_.\n\nYou felt Gerard give a sudden, firm _push_, and felt the plump sensation of that plug _yawning_ your ass around it. It didn't have a knot that you could feel, it just had a fat, hefty _swell_ in the middle that was _demanding_ entrance into your ass. It ached and it _burned_, but as you felt inch after inch _squashing_ into you, you felt a keen urge to _finish the job_. To _let it hilt you_. You wanted it inside. You wanted _him_ inside. The colours told you so.\n\nWith a wet _squitch_, the plump midsection _squished_ into your body and with the hardest part over, the rest of it followed all at once, making you jolt. The phantom pressure of your own ass _squeezed_ behind your knot, encouraging it to bloat to life in the breeding mount beneath you.\n\n“_Good Nova_,\" you heard again, hand stroking your head. You nearly came on the spot. “_Head down_.\"\n\nThe hand on your head _pushed_ your snout downwards, making you lower your head until you felt it come to rest on something plush and cool… and _wet_. You realised that you had drooled on the mount's head _copiously_ with your bit in. Other than slimy, it felt fluffy and old, and as you rubbed your jaw against it, you realised that it felt like… a _sheep_ or a _goat_ head. You didn't know enough about them to tell for sure, and the _scents_ that clung to it could have been _any_ beast. … _Who knew what creatures had been on top of this before you_.\n\nYou felt something slide _through_ your collar by your throat, and suddenly, you couldn't lift your head anymore. You were effectively strapped down to the mount, plugged up, and stuffing it full. You _wanted_ the thickness in your ass to keep moving again, but you couldn't make that happen. Yet every time you _clenched_, you felt the mount _squeeze_ around you, too.\n\n“Now, I swiped this from the laundry… Sure as heck hope Nath won't mind. Just glad I still had some of the Asher's oil on hand to mix it up with, eh?\"\n\nBefore you could even _think_, you felt something draping across your snout. Thick, heavy, and _filled_ with a potent and musky scent that _stank_. It almost made you gag, and you crinkled your snout beneath the mask.\n\n“Shh, Nova. Let it work its magic. Asher's oil is _real_ good for _imprinting_. Combine it with some of Nath's used underwear and we're gonna build an association between your deepest instincts and your soon to be owner. Just the smell of him'll be enough to calm you down and get you nice an obedient, like … like an _alpha 'vern_.\"\n\nWh…what? You had someone's _underwear_ draped over your nose? _Used?_ And it was going to make some kind of animal… attraction? Youi felt like you should be upset. Like you should _complain_, but even as you breathed in through the fabric, you were finding that the scent wasn't _quite_ as bad as you thought at first. Now it just smelled… _male_.\n\n_“Yeah… Gonna make you associate your alpha with the gooood feeling of being bred. Now let's take care of these claws, hmm? Good Nova_…\"\n\nPart of you wanted to protest. But as soon as you became even _aware_ of that part, you felt a rising urge to _shove it down_. To push that little voice down and _obey_. If you listened to that voice, the colours would turn grey, and you'd feel _bad_. It was better to be _good_.\n\nSomething hard pressed to the claws of your wing arms, and you gave a weak grumble. Gerard's voice _shhed_ you, and you felt fingers take hold of your own 'fingers', one by one.\n\nEach one that Gerard held felt a _click_, and something jolted the tips your digits one after the other.\n\n“Let's get these nice and blunt… You're gonna be a mount, not a fighter,\" the man said soothingly. “An _all-round_ **_mount_** ,\" he added with a _pat_ to your ass that made your thighs tremble as the fat breeder inside you _bumped_. You couldn't protest. You didn't _want_ to protest. Every time you were _good_, your dick _pulsed_, being massaged and _kneaded_ in all those perfect ways that your own ass worked. You groaned and drooled onto the mount beneath your chin. The male scent around your snout was starting to smell… _kind of hot_. Making your body feel flush and warmer than normal. Sheepishly you found yourself _breathing deeper than you needed to_.\n\n“Yeah. _That's the beauty about this spell, too_. This spell's gonna make sure you know _exactly_ how to use what nature gave you. You're gonna train _yourself_ to be a dutiful lover, where to squeeze, where to _relax,_ how to hit _aaall_ those nice spots on another 'vern's dick… Doin' great there, Nova. _'Cause you're a good Nova, ain't you?_\" he asked.\n\nYou gave a muffled, muzzled groan back to him, and he rubbed your head. _Click_ went another claw, blunting your natural weaponry.\n\n“_Who's a good Nova?_\" he asked. And a _wave_ ran down the back of your neck. Some small part of you still fighting against the overwhelming _conditioning_ being wrapped around your mind trembled back, '_You could… not answer…_'\n\nBut then the colours went grey. Everything felt muted. The toy under your tail was just an aching pressure, and the tight confine around your dick was nothing but warm wetness. Fear and confusion trickled into your mind, and your heart began to race.\n\n“_Who's a good Nova?_\" Gerard asked, his voice pitched and playful, like you might talk to a dog. You whined back and tried just like a dog to _wag_ your collar-tethered tail.\n\n_Warmth. Colour. Vibrance_. The pleasure hit you like a wall and you couldn't suppress a moan, your breath coming hard and sucking in deep lungfuls of that potent, soothing, salty _musk_. _Did it always smell this good…?_\n\n“That's right! You're a _good Nova_,\" Gerard rumbled, scratching behind your right horn.\n\nStill reeling from it all, now slowly _building_ back towards your edge with the colours helping you along, you felt Gerard swiftly slip something over your wing-arms. Your 'fingers' were bundled up in a tight leathery sack and left even more useless than ever before.\n\n“ **_Good Nova_** ,\" you were praised again as a hand slipped under your ass and began to _move_ the toy in and out of you, squelching and lewdly stretching your rim again, and again, and again, making the phantom feelings _milk_ your cock so completely. _You were going to cum so fast if he kept that up. You **ached** for him to keep it up._ “_Yeah…_ We're gonna build a nice, _deep_ association between _being the female_ and _feeling good_, so you start thinking of getting' to be the female as a _reward_,\" Gerard told you. Your heart pumped in excitement as your knot _pulsed_ and you felt yourself _spurt_ precum into the goat/sheep beneath you.\n\nBut then it stopped. You _whined_ and _squeezed_ around the cock under your tail, huffing that warming stink through your nostrils. _It smelled… good…_\n\n“_Shh_. We'll make you finish _plenty_. After all we gotta keep helping the spellwork take hold, Nova,\" Gerard whispered to you, rubbing your snout as drool trickled down over your lips. You couldn't help it. Just like you couldn't help cumming. Just like how you couldn't help _whining_ in a desperate, animalistic way. _Just like you couldn't help being a good 'vern_. You couldn't stop looking at the colours. Couldn't stop _feeling good_. _And now that the toy was so deep in your ass, you could cum. You just had to think good thoughts. It didn't matter what it let the spell do, you just needed to **cum**._\n\n**_Good Nova. Animal._** Throb_. **You were an animal. You were a riding mount.** Pulse. **You were a trained steed. You were a female for other 'verns. Splrt… You were…** _\n\n_Clink._\n\n**_You were SO CLOSE!_**\n\nYou whimpered as something locked onto your _horn_. You couldn't tell what it was. It had a weight to it, though. You groaned at the distraction, snorting the stink of Nathan's underwear, feeling your cock _pulse_ just from the scent alone.\n\n“Don't worry, Nova, this won't take long.\"\n\nThen you felt a bone-jarring _grinding_ touch your horn, a mechanical whirring sound filling your ears. It set your teeth on edge and made you _writhe_ on the mount, trying to pull away, but all that happened was you spilled another mouthful of drool onto the breeding mount. You wanted to growl, but it wasn't in _anger_. You mostly felt _irked_ that he had interrupted your thoughts that were bringing you closer and closer to _popping._ Yet even so, you couldn't bring yourself to. It felt like it took _too much energy_, and the swirling, pulsing, hypnotising pattern of colours made it feel so much easier to just let him _work on you_.\n\nSoon, the grinding stopped and was moved to your _other_ horn. The grinding, grating sensation rattled your skull on that side, too, before you felt something _rubbing_ your horns.\n\n“There… Nice 'n shaved. Can't have you goring anyone,\" Gerard murmured. _He'd shaven your horns down?_ You felt like you should be upset. But with a _squeeze_ around the toy, you just felt happy you could focus on getting those _good feelings_ again. “Now let's fit these caps… Solid gold, Nova. _Goes real nice with your reds_.\"\n\nYou felt something being slotted onto your horns, and then something sliding against them. A weight settled onto either one and _stuck fast_. The whole while he did it, you just watched the mesmeric colours _swirl_ in front of you, thinking all those _good_ thoughts.\n\nYou were happy to do what they said. The pleasure was addicting. The bliss so comforting. _You were a good Nova. A good wyvern. An eager mount. You were happy to obey. You were an obedient animal. You were… you were—_\n\n**_SPLTCH-spltch-splt-splt-splt!_**\n\nYou _howled_ into your bit and let drool pour from your lips and into the underwear around your snout as you _came_, erupting so hard into the breeding mount that you _ached_. You couldn't remember emptying your lungs so _hard_ from cumming before but you couldn't keep it in – you gave a primal, feral _bellow_ as your cock erupted thick gouts of animal slime into the lifeless breeding mount beneath you, the valley wyvern toy in your tail feeling _perfect_.\n\n“_Good Nova!_ All by yourself, I didn't even have to _help_… Yeah, let the scent _soak_ in. A climax _that_ hard's gonna cement that scent _right_ in your brainstem,\" he gently crooned as you writhed and _spurted_, sucking hard gasps of male-stained air. The scent was intoxicating, arousing, _overwhelming_. You couldn't see anything, but still your eyes rolled back in your head, the colours soothing and rewarding and reinforcing everything that happened. You curled your toes and _pushed_ against the breeding mount, eager for more as you emptied your internal balls til they ached.\n\nBy the time you started to come down from your high, you felt Gerard's hand unhooking your collar. Doing something to your legs. You felt the fat, barbed shaft of the valley wyvern toy being _eased_ out of your ass, leaving you trembling, before with a wet _pop_, you were disconnected from the mount and left to stand there in the darkness.\n\nTruth be told, you couldn't even tell if it was still daytime.\n\n“_Good Nova,_\" you were soothed, a hand patting your neck. You stood there, breathing hard, feeling oddly calm and _pleased_, a dull pride welling in your chest at everything that had happened. “Not even shaking the cloth away, huh? Yeah, _I'd say…_ that last climax did _just_ the trick,\" the human said, his voice so close to your earhole. Your brain tried to process what that meant when you felt him lift Nathan's underwear off from your nose. _You … hadn't even noticed it was still on there_.\n\nCool, fresh air greeted your nostrils and, oddly, made you feel _less_ comfortable than before. You shifted a little uneasily, your dick pulsing between your hindlegs.\n\n“Now Nova,\" you heard the human say from behind you. On shaky feet, you turned around to face him. “ **_Present_**.\"\n\nYou dropped your front, bound wing-hands touching what felt soft enough to be grass, then _lifted_ your tail, showing off your sore and tenderised hole and hanging shaft for the world to see.\n\n_Wait…_\n\nYou gave a little grumble as you realised what had just happened, only for the noise to be cut short as Gerard's hand _found_ your rump and gave it a _pat_.\n\n“_That's a good 'vern, yeah._\" You couldn't hold back a quiet noise that sounded distinctly inhuman, encouraging the human at your rump to slide a finger inwards and _touch_ the tenderised ring that was your ass. “_Mmh._ Normally takes beasts like you a while to figure out how to get rewards from the spell… You must be a _real_ smart 'vern to get this well trained already. Well don't worry, you pumped enough 'vern seed into the spell circle to keep those colours swirling through your head for the next three _months_ I bet,\" Gerard said, sounding _proud_. “You're gonna be _perfect_.\"\n\n_Three months? But you were a guest – you were only supposed to visit for a day!_\n\nWith a push, he _slid_ his finger into your ass, and you felt a phantom sensation _squish_ along your still stiff breeder. It was overwhelming after having finished just then, but it still felt so _good_ that you could only tremble and drool from both your bridled mouth, and your still hanging dick. Thanks to the colours, it was hard to feel anything but _pleased_ at the situation.\n\n“Now… Let's start drilling some _proper_ commands into you, hmm?\"\n\n\\* \\* \\*\n\n_Sit. Down. Stay. Leave it. Heel. Take. Growl. Come. Beg. Roll over. Present._\n\nCommand after command, Gerard drilled new ideas into your head. The colours warmed and welcomed each one, and you found it hard to object to any. They were easy to understand. They were easy to follow. Embarrassment faded away at the prospect of being trained like an animal, especially as each success brought another _twinge_ of pleasure. Gerard didn't bother taking the blinding mask off from you. You couldn't even ask why but, in truth, you were so deep in the swirling, gently caressing colours that you didn't even _think_ _of_ asking why.\n\nYou were a good 'vern. Good 'verns did what they were told. Good 'verns obeyed. Good 'verns didn't hesitate.\n\nGood 'verns didn't object when strange, tight bands slipped around their wings, leaving them unable to unfurl them. Good 'verns didn't object when fat plugs, shaped after 'eastern 'verns' were _squished_ into their rumps, the bulbous, ridged textures almost making them lose control then and there. Good 'verns like you did _just_ what they were told.\n\nSlurping in what drool you could, the rest falling to the ground, you filled and fulfilled each command that Gerard gave you for his training regime, finding it easier and easier with each passing event.\n\nEventually, he seemed to give you a reprieve and simply gave your snout a slow rubbing, letting you feel that insidiously _nice_ sensation of having someone rub your muzzle.\n\n“You're doing _so well_, Nova. Haven't had a beast follow along with their training so well in I can't _remember_ how long. So I got a little test for you,\" he rumbled, his voice low, making you have to pay attention to it. Dividing your attention between the comfort of the flickering colours and Gerard's voice wasn't easy, but the tingling between your legs and down your spine made it _more_ than worth it. “Mmh. Nova, **_come_** ,\" he said, snapping his fingers.\n\nWith a shaky step, you began to follow him.\n\nStep by step, you made your way towards _somewhere_, guided only by his sound, his scent, and the pleasurable _reward_ sensations the colours gave you with each correct step. You felt almost _drunk_ and you adored it. Everything felt _good_ when you obeyed.\n\n“One last test for the evening,\" Gerard said as the ground changed beneath your claws from grass to something dustier. Dirt? It didn't matter much. You could smell animals around you. Dimly, your head processed that _maybe you were being put to bed for the night_. Somewhere with stalls. Eventually, you reached somewhere that Gerard deemed to be _enough_, and he clicked his tongue. _“ **Present** _,\" he said.\n\nImmediately, you dropped your front and _hiked y_our tail up, eager to show him your still plugged rump. The pleasure that jolted your phantom-wrapped dick left you _spurting_. Before anything else happened, you felt something _drape across your snout_.\n\n_Male_. _Musk_. _Salt_. The scent that filtered into your nose made you immediately _relax_, and your cock _jumped_ hard enough to _slap_ your belly lewdly. _Nathan's scent. Your alpha's scent_. You tried, and failed to hold back a _whine_ as your dick began to _drool_ just like your bridled muzzle. You slurped at the hippogriff flavoured bit.\n\n“_Good 'vern._ Now **_stay_** ,\" he said, as you heard him start to move.\n\nAnd you did. You stayed put, like a good animal. Like the good mount you were learning to be, _happy_ to be. You wanted it _so badly_, to be _good_. To let the colours, to let the sensation under your tail _urge_ you to cum again. _You needed it_. It was hard not to weakly hump the air, even knowing it would do nothing to help your needs.\n\nGerard did something to the side of you. He did something above you. He did something _behind_ you, and you heard the shifting about of something heavy. Then you felt fingers grip the fat eastern wyvern _plug_ inside your tail and _pull_ it slowly out, eliciting a _groan_ from you.\n\n“_This time, Nova, you're going to do the work,_\" he said. You felt hands take hold of your hips and _push_ them backwards, your body still presenting, and you felt something stiff, something _firm_ **_push_** against your tailhole. A fat, _heavy_ toy that felt like it was bigger than _any_ of the ones you'd tried so far. “So, Nova…\" You knew it was coming. You… _wanted_ it to come. “ **_Sit_**.\"\n\nYou sat.\n\nOr at least, you pushed back.\n\n_Heat_. The toy was _fat_, and _warm already_ against your ass. It _squished_ against you, not quite sinking into your stretched ring, so _big_ was this new one. You grumbled, toes curling as you _pushed_… until you felt the broad crown _pop_ into you and the phantom sensation of a tight ass _slide_ onto the spaded tip of your feral cock. It was big enough to hurt a little, but between the sympathetic spell around your cock and ass and the swirling, hypnotising colours that had been slithering tendrils deep into your thoughts for hours upon hours, you felt _pleasure_ explode in your ass, scratching the itch that the colours had spent the entire day cultivating. It was overwhelmingly large, and you felt a _spasm_ wrack your body as it _mashed_ your prostate.\n\n_Slap!_\n\nYour cock hit your own belly and you felt like you would have seen _spots_ if you hadn't been so lost in the warm, mesmerizingly training colours.\n\n“_Good 'vern._ _Show him what a female you are._\"\n\nYou gave a strangled groan and _humped_ yourself backwards.\n\nEvery inch you shoved onto the toy, you felt your own cock jump, spraying little jets of precum. The fat tip felt almost _blunt_, and after all day working and riding ridged, barbed, or bulbous 'vern cocks, this one felt _plain_ and _easy_ to sink onto… if not for how _thick_ it was. Maybe your owner was trying to train you for _size_ now. _You could do it_. You were a _proud_ breeder.\n\nThe thoughts in your head were scrambled and shaky, and you _rocked_ yourself forwards, feeling the fat, pulsing cock _drag_ at your ass. You paused, then _squashed_ yourself back with a groan, feeling as Gerard wrapped something around your feet. The cock inside your ass was so big that you felt like it was going to distend your guts. As it _twitched_ against your prostate, you felt like you were in _love_.\n\n“Not as spiky or bulbous, but _this_ guy's gonna teach you about being _regularly_ filled,\" you heard Gerard coo.\n\nBack and forth, back and forth, each _hump_ of your ass against that magnificent toy _sheathing_ your own dick in a phantom echo of your own ass, you rocked your way up to the edge. _Good 'vern. Mount. Female. Good Nova._ Hump, hump, _buck_. _Obedient. Eager._ You kept _squishing_ yourself back, shamelessly crying out when your ass wrapped around a _medial ring_, the phantom ass around your own cock squeezing down around your midsection.\n\nPride. Lust. Adoration. The colours made everything feel _perfect_. Your tail hiked high in the air, and you groaned around your bit. Nathan's stink filled your every breath, and in that moment, you felt your cock _jolt_ as you rode the edge. You _lurched_ forwards, spraying wyvern pre across the ground.\n\nBliss and ecstasy wracked your overloading mind as you felt the toy suddenly _flare_ and _throb_, only for liquid heat to start _squirting_ and _flooding_ into your ass.\n\n“_Good_ Castigir!\"\n\nAs though cold water had been dumped on you, you _jolted_ for a moment. _Not a toy. **Castigir… …** The owner of the bit between your jaws **. The hippogriff.** _\n\nYou were feeling a living, breathing _animal_ **_cumming_** inside your ass, and, and—\n\n_And helplessly, you went over the edge._\n\nNova the wyvern _screeched_ around the hippogriff cock lodged in his ass and _came_, knot swelling up hard. You _erupted_, spurting hard onto the ground, your gaping ass _clamping_ down around the beast busy unloading its spunk into your guts.\n\nEach throb _filled_ you so completely, and each _flex_ made the flare at the end distend your insides a little more. You couldn't _think_ straight, the fat, potent breeder _pushing_ against your prostate by sheer _girth_, leaving you writhing as you emptied yourself out. In those moments, you couldn't care. This was _good_. This was _right_. You were a female 'vern being _bred_ by a drake, and it didn't matter that he was the wrong species. _You were in heaven._\n\n**_Throb, throb, throb—_** you felt him cumming and cumming, _flooding_ your insides as you painted the floor, drowning in the stink of Nathan and feeling your guts _bloat_ with pressure.\n\n“Gooood boy, Castigir… Good Nova. _You both did so well, I'm gonna give you both a reward_…\"\n\nYou heard something _click_, and suddenly you heard a _snort_ from above you. _Weight_ settled down onto your back, though not much. Soft but warm, prickly but stiff, it could have been feathers or fur. _You wanted to pull off. To tug away. But you knew what it would bring… grey. Cold. Dark._ In that moment, the warmth of the colours were the most comforting thing in the world, and the best you could drum up was a _groan_. A groan as you heard _hooves_ moving and realised that something had been slid underneath your chest, to support your weight. Like the breeding mount, but simpler. You could still feel Castigir's cock _cumming_, pumping rope after gooey, warm rope into your bloating guts.\n\nWith a _gurgle_, the slime _squelched_ in deeper, relieving some of the pressure under your tail by letting the slime squish into your _core_ where it would take _days_ to flush out.\n\n“Yeah… This time, _Castigir_ gets to be in charge.\"\n\nYou felt the _very real, very living_ cock _tug_ at your insides as the hippogriff on your back tested out his new mount. You could feel him pulsing softly, not even _slightly_ losing hardness and heard a _trill_ from above you as the mythological hybrid was released from whatever had been holding him so still before.\n\n“_Yeah. You're a real good Nova,_\" you heard, before the hippogriff positioned his legs, _sniffed_ at the back of your neck with a warm gust of air, then _bucked_.\n\nYour guts were punched in, and your cock _jerked_ messily.\n\n“Ah… but while you two get to know each other, I gotta make a call. Don't go anywhere,\" you heard jovially, before you were _left_.\n\nBeneath a horny hippogriff, medial-ring deep in your ass.\n\nWho started to eagerly _hump_ into your body.\n\nWith each _shove_, his cock sheathed itself in your insides and at the same time magically _pumped_ your own cock, the spell _endlessly_ rewarding you for being _fucked_. Teaching you that being rutted, filled and _used_ under your tail would flood you with more pleasure than you could _ever_ get from doing the fucking yourself.\n\n_Thrust_ after _thrust_ you were filled and bred by the beast on your back, his shrill coos and cries filling your ears, his gut-breaking cock filling your _ass_, and Nathan's cloying, pungent, oddly _soothing_ scent filling your nostrils. Above and around it all were the _lights_, tickling your vision, caressing your thoughts, and reminding you that the thick taste of Castigir's bit in your mouth was _good_. This was all _good_. _You were good_. _A good 'vern. A good Nova._\n\nWhen Castigir _came_, it was like a _hose_ had been turned on. His cock _skewered_ into you with enough force that you think you would have _broken_ had you been human, but as a draconic creature your insides endured – endured as his flare _swelled_ and he began to _pump_ your guts so full that, had you been able to see yourself, you might have wondered if you were _pregnant_. You came hard, over and _over_, unable to stop yourself, unable to resist as Castigir rutted you like a true beast in _season_.\n\nAt some point you felt a _beak_ around the base of your neck, _biting_ you as you were _stuffed_. You didn't know what had happened to Gerard, but it felt like he'd been gone for _hours_. Or had it been minutes? Around the pain and pleasure of being _taken_ by the hippogriff, you couldn't tell. When he flared again in you, his beak _clamped_ down and he cawed out proudly, stomping his hooves as he _filled_ you with equine spunk.\n\nAfter that he began to lick and lap at you, treating you gently, like a tender lover might after a night of intimate romance… _until you felt his cock start to stiffen inside you again_. Then back came the _bite_, the _rough breeding_, the _pleasure that wouldn't let up_. _Flare. **Gurgle.** Licking, nuzzling… **Hump** _.\n\nYour ass gave out and you stopped even trying to clench around the feral beast that was _claiming_ you. You just let him _have_ you, let him fuck you, let him treat you like the breeding mount that you'd been claiming just hours beforehand… and the colours made you feel so _relaxed_ and _happy_.\n\nFor what felt like hours you were _bred_, _fucked_ into the wooden support under your chest. Your tail didn't go down and you didn't even think about putting it down. Your toes curled as you _came_ again and again, until you felt like you were going to start shooting _blanks_. Castigir alternated between using you as a receptacle for his rut, and nuzzling and licking at you like a lover.\n\nThe beast must have had some intelligence to him, because partway through it you remember a talon _pressing_ against your cock and _rubbing_ at it being what sent you helplessly over the edge again. The feral hippogriff giving you some perverse reacharound as you were pushed and broken in…\n\nDazed, dizzy and heart hammering in overwhelmed pleasure, it was a mercy when finally the hippogriff seemed to have enough and slowed down, simply _laying_ over your back, some of the weight taken off of you – perhaps by a breeding bar? – and the rest supported by whatever Gerard had placed underneath you.\n\nIt was a mercy mostly because after a few very short minutes, you lapsed into the sweet embrace of sleep.\n\n\\* \\* \\*\n\nThat night, your dreams were of being a _good wyvern_. Of being mounted by a mysterious Nathan, someone you didn't know the appearance of but who somehow looked as good as he smelled in your dream. You flew with him from place to place and helped him to be a valiant force, adored and admired for your regal scales, your brilliant eyes, and your _excellent_ training. You proudly paraded in front of other people for Nathan, showing off your superb training and how well groomed you were, and were praised and adored for every command you obeyed.\n\nSo admired, so renowned were you that it was with a bright smile that the handsome rider helped you into the stables in the evening, where a big, proud wyvern drake was waiting to take you and begin those curious, inquisitive _nuzzles_ and _snuffles_ beneath your tail that would tell him whether you were in season or not… _which you were, of course_. He growled happily as you presented to him, letting him start to _hop_ up on your back proudly and start _poking_ beneath your tail, your body already flush and excited for what was about to happen.\n\nAnd above the haze of pleasant dreams was an ever present, comforting, rainbow-hued sky…\n\n\\* \\* \\*\n\nWhen you woke up, you felt warmth above you. Castigir was still on your back, you dimly realised, breathing deeply and heavily, his barrel-like chest of soft feathers weighing down on your back. You felt warm, happy, satisfied, and _good_. It took you a moment to realise what had woken you up.\n\n“Aah, morning, Nova,\" you heard, the voice sounding guilty. “Morning, Castigir. Come on… Let's get you two disentangled. Some stuff came up last night and I was longer than I thought… Came back to find you two lovebirds fast asleep. Well, _lovebirds_ and lovebirds,\" he chuckled. “Afraid that you two aren't exactly going to be _exclusive_, Nova, but you did _real_ well. _Real_ well… Yeah. Oh.\"\n\nThe human paused at something, and you weren't sure what.\n\n“This been here all night?\" you heard, before a hand _gripped_ your cock gently, giving it a soft _squeeze_. “I forgot you 'verns don't go down til something makes you go down. Mmh… Well, come on, let's get you out and to the barn for a clean, hmm?\"\n\nWith that, you felt _clicks_ and movement. You heard Castigir give a soft warble, a disapproving noise that was accompanied by a _grind_ of his crown against your prostate – he'd gone soft in the night, it seemed, yet not enough to actually pop that flare out. _You wanted him to fill you the rest of the way again_…\n\nBut soon enough, Gerard had unhitched the hippogriff and led him away, and then was stopping behind you.\n\n“Whew… Yeah. _Look at that_,\" you heard, feeling a finger _rub_ against the ring of your ass. You could feel hippogriff cum drooling out from it, and tried to squeeze your ass to stop it. “Not even _closing_ anymore. He did as number on you, huh? … I wonder.\"\n\nBefore you could even think about what he might be wondering, you felt Gerard's fingers push against your hole. Felt them press together… only for his _hand_ to _sink_ into your ass. The pleasure that _radiated_ around your cock was intense, and your dick _slapped_ your belly in pleasure. You felt his knuckles pass your gaping ring, _schlurping_ in to the _wrist_.\n\n“_Wow_. Castigir … not sure whether to punish him or _reward_ him for _this_. Well… Let's see,\" you heard as Gerard's fingers _rubbed_ your insides, three fingers pushing to your prostate and making you _whine_. “I'd been planning on getting a stretch out of him, but this is more than I expected. No matter,\" the human rumbled. He pulled his hand back, then you heard a _squirting_.\n\nA finger, coated in a cool gel by the feel of it, rubbed against the lower half of your stretched, gaping ring. You felt it begin to grow warm, then a little tingly. Gerard slowly rubbed his finger around your rim, sliding it over the worn, sore muscle there. “_Easy, Nova…_ This oil's for the best. Nice and rejuvenating. _You won't have to worry about ever tightening up again_, gonna leave you nice and elastic for next time…\"\n\nGerard rubbed the slime into your whole ring, pushing and fingering your ass and leaving you whining. You were so _stretched_ that even with him rubbing his finger against your rim, you couldn't close your hole around it – his finger was… _too small_. He patted your ass reassuringly, answering your whine by telling you _not to worry, Castigir'd be on your back again real soon_.\n\nBefore long though he was moving you back out, through cool morning air to some new location. _The barn_, he'd said…? It was hard to keep straight in your head… It was easier just to _drift_, to be a _good 'vern_. You'd had such… _nice dreams…_\n\n“Here we are,\" you heard. You were led through the room, innately trusting that the floor would support your feet and that your handler would keep you moving, before you were stopped. “_Now… Here_,\" you heard, before your head was _urged_ forwards. Your snout bumped into something soft. Something _wooly_. Something that stank of… of _you_.\n\n_The breeding mount_.\n\nYour cock _slapped_ your belly, having gone through the whole night with a hippogriff asleep under your tail and no release. _It reminded you how pent up you were already_. You curled your toes, ready to jump up onto the sweet source of relief.\n\n“_Ah-ah,_\" you heard. You felt a _grip_ to your tail _pulling_ you back a little. “ **_Sit_** ,\" you heard.\n\nYou lowered your rump. You didn't even _think_ about it. You just _did_. So easy, to just _do_ what you were told…\n\nAnd your ass _bumped_ against a fat, plump _plug_.\n\n“There we go… Feel that, Nova? _You got a choice_. A nice, waiting breeding mount… or a thick, ridged mountain 'vern toy. _Can't have both at once. How do you wanna take care of that need, hmm? Make your choice, Nova. There's a good 'vern._\"\n\nYour head was stroked so gently. Your body tensed up, and you felt torn inside. Your heart beat fast, and you found it hard to think straight. You watched the swirling colours rapturously, feeling Castigir's slime _dripping_ from your rump…\n\n…And you _sat_ yourself down on the fat, plump toy. _Pleasure_, raw and undiluted _wrapped_ itself around your cock and _sheathed_ itself under your tail.\n\nYou _sat_ yourself down. _You made your choice._ Drool dribbled down your chin as you shivered from the pleasure.\n\nYou felt _ridge_ after _ridge_ **_popping_** into your ass, making you _spurt_ across the floor. You felt _proud_ of how much you could _take_. It all felt so overwhelming, and your toes curled _hard_ as you _squelched_ inches slowly into your gaping ring. Gerard's hand stroked your head, and you trembled in bliss.\n\nEscape… Yeah… You should escape… But just… _Just a little longer, first_… _Just a little…_"}