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Ark was almost halfway to his destination. On a normal day, he liked wearing panties, but tonight, they felt like a warm vice around his groin, an uncomfortable reminder that kept him from relaxing fully. Good. He needed that nervous energy.

The neon lights of the city painted his draconic snout in a multitude of lurid colours through the tinted window of the cab. The world always seemed less threatening when viewed from afar, when not interacted with directly, but this ride only went halfway. Soon he'd feel the humid city air more directly.

He still didn't actually know what his mission was. Panth hadn't told him. Only that it involved special cargo of some sort, which he took to mean smuggling, but he had to imagine there was a reason he didn't know. Knowledge could be dangerous by itself. Right now he was merely a dragon like any other, travelling through the city as the sun gave up the last of its light. Had he known what he was doing, he'd have been a target.

It was a twisted kind of logic, but he trusted his master. Was there anything he was forgetting? He had only a few minutes before he was on foot again - to throw off anyone who might be following him, surely - so for now he tried to relax, leaning his head against the cold glass and thought about what had transpired earlier tonight.

He arrived at Panth's little workshop, just as he did every day, only to find it empty. Normally the workshop, other than being a very real workshop for any impromptu engineering they or other guild members needed, served as a front for the panther's real operations: what might be best described as a smuggling ring, or a thieves' guild, taking the kind of jobs that more legitimate establishments might balk at. Finding lost artifacts and spiriting them away to safety, whether kept in ruins or in someone's vault.

He opened the back door and stepped into the inner sanctum, as he liked to think of it as. The walls were, as always, lined with minor relics and artifacts, things they'd found in addition to their targets, and others that the buyers had gotten cold feet about. Ark was, in fact, wearing one of them; a small, intricate ring worn on his maleness to stop any erections or orgasms. He had accepted it willingly when submitting to the panther, but over time, he'd also found it soothing. The world was less distracting without those urges getting in the way all the time.

Granted, it did also leave him rather easy for the panther to torment, but that - unlike frivolous distractions - was something they both enjoyed. And it helped him feel more feminine, despite his outwardly masculine appearance.

Indeed, everything looked normal. Except for the fact that the panther was in a frenzy of activity, anxiously pacing about the warehouse, as if looking for something. He dug through boxes, holding a phone between his shoulder and head as he did.

"...can do that, but..."

"...special cargo, today?"

Ark only heard a few words from afar, and by the time he was closer to his master, the call was already over. The lean, fit, black jaguar was still incredibly attractive, even when stressed, and being near him always put the dragon at ease, despite his somewhat neurotic nature. Right now, Ark could see his muscles twitching beneath his jet-black pelt. When he was in this state, though, it could only mean one thing.

"We have a new assignment, pet. Here, put these on," he said, not missing a beat between ending the phonecall and tossing the dragon a pair of light pink, silken panties.

"What, why? What's the-" Ark replied, catching the panties in his hands.

"It's better if you don't know," Panth continued. "And good girls don't question their owners," he added, seamlessly switching from seemingly anxious to his other typical mood; calm, effortless dominance. At least when talking to the dragon.

"Yes sir, but I mean, it'd be better if I had some kinda idea, right?" Ark hesitated, but already he was tugging his pants off, and with them, his previous underwear. He felt no embarrassment about getting naked in front of Panth; after all, at least as he saw it, his body already belonged to him. Well, at least for the moment. He wasn't formally his pet, yet, though he knew that was what he wanted.

"It isn't. Trust me. Suffice to say you'll be carrying some very special cargo. You'll meet me at the restaurant. You know the one. Make sure you're not followed," Panth spoke, before returning his attention to the phone, already dialling in another number.

Ark sighed. He did trust his owner, of course, but he had a tendency to keep him at a distance, especially when it came to the business.

The dragon slipped the frilly panties on snugly, a little shiver going through his body. At least he'd not have to worry about ruining them, as long as he wore the ring as well. Sadly he had little time to admire himself. They felt warm, and comfortable, and...

...like a vice.

"Arriving at destination in ten minutes. The weather at your destination is -" the taxi speakers crackled. They'd tried to make them more talkative when people had complained about them feeling too impersonal. Sometimes, the dragon himself missed actual people driving these things; an opportunity to talk about things with someone helped calm the nerves. Now all he had to rely on was his own mind.

"The weather is-" the automated system hitched. "-connection error. Retrying."

"Cold, no wind, chance of showers?" Ark asked out loud. He _could_see it out of the windows, after all, rendering the entire system more or less pointless but for giving passengers the personal touch they yearned for, and failing.

"Connection established. The weather at your destination is three degrees Celsius, with a chance of showers."

He supposed that meant there might be some wind. Great. Totally justifies whatever they spent on that system. He spent the remainder of the journey wondering about what exactly they'd be doing. Most likely some kind of transportation of a particularly powerful artifact. He couldn't quite figure out what the panties were for, though there was always a chance of them being unrelated. Panth knew he liked wearing them.

"You have arrived at your destination. Please pay the displayed sum," the speakers told him, a display lighting up in a vivid green to display a fare of 20-some dollars. He held up his phone to pay for the taxi and the automated AI replied with an almost cheerful beep to confirm.

"Payment received. Have a good day," the taxi replied, and the doors unlocked with a loud clack.

He stepped out of the cab and onto the rain-slick city streets. At least the downpour had ceased, and with the warmth of countless pipes just under the asphalt, the water would soon evaporate, but until then, it gave the city a sense of depth, each light reflected in the wetness. Almost like the starlit sky those very same lights had long since left a pure black.

It wasn't a bad area and he didn't doubt that he'd get to his destination. What had him nervous was just how terse Panth had been. If _he_was nervous, it had to be a dangerous mission. He'd only seen the big cat that nervous twice before; once was before a life-threatening mission, and the second time when he accepted the dragon as his pet.

There was nobody else on the streets that night; the rain had driven home any wanderers, and they seldom came out again after that happened, either asleep in a drunken haze or simply finding it too late to go out again.

It was a relatively short walk to his destination. The Private Bite, it was named. The owners had long since resigned to the fact that they were more of a locale for shady individuals to do shady deals in, rather than a restaurant. At least the food was still good; the owner and the chef were friends, from what Ark knew, and they'd decided that they wanted to serve good stuff regardless. There was a professional pride to it, and Ark respected that. It was the same kind of feeling he got from Panth, despite the cat's profession leaving him lost in the foggy corners of morality.

From the outside, though, it looked like a classy place. Italian, perhaps, with a brick exterior, though the way weather had bleached it revealed that it was merely a façade, just as fake as most other things in the city. The two windows in the front were wide and aglow with an inviting, homely yellow light, but they were fake as well. There'd been a shooting once, and after that, the place had sealed the windows, but due to some sense of sentimentality, they'd used a pair of displays to replicate the old look.

He pushed open the heavy, wooden - real wood, at least - front door and stepped into the warm, dry indoor air, tinged with cigar smoke. They'd banned smoking years ago due to legal pressure but the stench was so ingrained in the very wood that it'd never wear off entirely.

"Welcome. Do you have a reservation?" the host, an old black cat, greeted him.

"Looking for the panther," Ark replied.

"Oh, got a table for ya, a good dinner too," the cat replied, instantly dropping his formal tone. "Sorry Brass, eyes ain't what they used to be. Big boy's waiting in the back."

The cat enjoyed playing his long game of giving a nickname to every regular, claiming it helped him remember their faces. He called Panth "big boy" despite the latter's protests. It was an affectionate name, seemingly because they were both black felines, but the host was far smaller, being a run of the mill housecat whereas the guest was rather large black jaguar. Ark in turn was "brass" because he was a brass dragon, nothing deeper to it. Ark simply nodded and made his way to the back to meet his master.

Panth saw him approach and motioned for him to sit down. "Were you followed?" he asked, when the dragon was seated on the opposite side of the table. He had brought a heavy-looking briefcase. Guess the cargo's in there. Whatever it is.

"Nope. Nobody out there with weather like this," Ark replied. "So what are we doing?"

"Patience. You'll know what we're doing soon enough," Panth rumbled. He seemed a little more relaxed now. His anxiety only really showed in the planning stages and preparations; now, he was calm. "Still wearing the-" he cast a quick glance at the other patrons to choose the appropriate word. "-thing I gave you?"

"Yeah, 'course I am," Ark confirmed. In fact, the panties felt incredibly warm, hidden under his formal pants. And the warmth seemed to be spreading through his lower body, focused and fluttering in his belly. Were they magical, somehow, or was it just nervousness about being kept in the dark? It seemed to silly, but he'd seen much sillier things during his time as Panth's assistant and pet.

The waiter arrived, and Panth cast a glance at the menu.

"We'll have the... romantic dinner for two," he spoke, in a tone so ominous that it nearly made the silverware shiver with anxiety. His dark appearance lent itself well to that tone.

"Yes sir, we'll have that ready for you soon," the servant replied, noting something down in his little pad. Panth had called ahead, of course; and the waiter had agreed to play along, being that the panther was a regular customer. That, and it was a slow night, slow enough that even the normally serious staff were bored enough for a bit of theatre.

"Romantic dinner for two," Ark repeated. Is that some kind of code, or is he trying to combine business and pleasure? "You really do have to tell me what's going on," the finally continued. "There's no way-"

"Alright. Restroom in five minutes," Panth replied, narrowing his eyes. "Look casual."

Ark sat there, feeling overwhelmed as he watched his master stand up, straighten his jacket, and quickly disappear behind a corner. These old restaurants had plenty of pillars, corners and corridors, which made them a valued destination for those in the more illicit trades. Not like the modern ones with their open, well-lit areas, and chronically indiscrete staff.

Right now, though, the dragon felt like he'd rather be in one of those. Just what on earth was this mission? What kind of terrible truth was Panth about to unveil? And more immediately pressingly, why was he feeling so pent up? He'd started noticing it in the taxi already, the growing urge to raise his tail for his master, and if it wasn't for the ring preventing him from getting hard, the panties would've already been quite stained.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. No time to worry about that. He cast a quick glance around him. There were a few other patrons, nobody who looked suspicious in the least, or rather, no more suspicious than what one would expect from this place. Oh, all of them had shady dealings, but none of those dealings included him and Panth. At least he thought so; at this point he'd not have been surprised if they were dealing with a guild of master spies.

He stood up and joined Panth in the restrooms.

The instant he entered the dimly lit room, someone grabbed him and pushed him against the sink. That was the first thing he hadn't been worried about all evening, because he recognized his master by scent. Instead, he happily played along, a lusty growl spilling from his muzzle as he felt a rather firm bulge press against the base of his tail. The jaguar kept him bent over in that vulnerable position with one strong arm, while undoing his belt with the other.

His intentions were obvious, but gods, Ark needed it too. Once the belt had come off, he raised his tail in invitation.

"Good girl," the panther growled, his fingers caressing the slight curve of the dragon's rump, pressing into the silken fabric firmly, rubbing it against his sensitive pucker. Then, only moments later, he tugged them downwards, the flimsy fabric joining his slacks bunched up around his ankles.

Panth moved to mount him, leaning over him and nuzzling at his scaly neck. "Rrrh, such a very, very good girl indeed," he purred, fangs teasing along the side of Ark's neck. "Consider this a preview of your mission."

He heard the sound of a zipper, knowing full well what it meant, but before those words could really register in Ark's mind, he felt that familiar, exquisite heat of his pierced cock pressing insistently under his tail, against his very entrance. He swallowed, hard. He did want this, but what if someone walked in? Then again, given the kind of patrons the restaurant had, would anyone even care?

Ark groaned as that pressure grew, unable and perhaps unwilling to hide his pleasure, and the throaty growl was like music to Panth's ears. He'd rutted and claimed the dragon countless times, but this felt special. It wasn't his goal for the night, but it was a prelude, a wonderful and erotic appetizer. He rumbled in turn as that tight ring of muscle, lubricated by the precum oozing from his tip, over and into it, began to yield and relax.

He felt his pet eagerly thrust his rump back against him, just as eager as he was for some kind of relief. Oh, he had a special treat in store for him.

"Keep moaning and I might let you cum, too," the jaguar purred, revelling in the slight of Ark's scaly cheeks flushing red in the mirror. He held the pressure against his opening for just a few seconds before sinking into that wonderful, tight warmth, a breathy hiss escaping from between clenched teeth.

Stress relief and catharsis weren't the only reason they had their relationship. There were many, certainly. But giving into those animal urges of submission and dominance that had to be suppressed in their line of work? It did wonders to relieve stress. Pressure, too. Like a good massage, but far more energetic and intimate.

Ark was eager to obey, but the first moan, as his master spread him wide, choked in his throat. If he didn't keep quiet, everyone would know. The walls weren't that thick. What if someone decided to come investigate and saw them mating? Nobody would really care, he told himself, not here. But the jaguar's cock felt amazing inside him, each heavy thump against his prostate setting of fireworks of pleasure in his lust-inflamed mind. Panth knew exactly what he wanted, knew all of his weak points, and with each thrust he pulled out far enough for his barbs to tease his pucker. And with the angle he was holding the dragon at, each time he sunk back into him, he'd grind over his prostate.

Ark tried to resist the urge to moan, but soon surrendered to the panther's mastery of his body with a trembling cry of pleasure as audible proof to anyone who might be listening.

"Good girl," the panther growled.

His rutting began to grow faster, almost frantic. Sometimes they preferred longer sessions, but right now, they were merely two animals mating, caught in the throes of lust and helpless to hold back. Hearing the bathroom door creak open didn't stop them, although Ark closed his eyes to avoid having to see whoever it was in the mirror.

Whoever the stranger was, he didn't bother them. Just as expected. Nobody stuck their nose in anyone else's business at the Private Bite, no matter how carnal that business might be. With the growing, exquisite pressure in Ark's loins, he was finding it harder and harder to care about anything but the sensation of Panth's cock sawing in and out of his clenching tailhole, and Panth himself wouldn't have cared either way.

"Open your eyes, pet. I want you to see your own expression as you cum," Panth purred, in a laboured, breathy tone, as his pace grew faster and faster. Ark could feel his shaft throbbing inside him, swelling up just a little further, both signs that he'd soon be filling him. Just a little longer...

The panther traced a finger over the ring on his finger. The pair to the one around the base of Ark's draconic cock, temporarily lifting the enchantment that was preventing him from reaching his orgasm. Immediately, the dragon's back arched in a spasm of ecstasy, as the pressure that'd been building to nearly painful levels suddenly threatened to burst.

Panth didn't let him cum often. He liked keeping the dragon appropriately needy, so he'd be ready for use at any given moment, when the panther needed to let some steam off. That, and the more pent up he was, the more easily he could fuck his slit, since he'd practically be oozing precum with each thrust. As appropriate for a girl; though outwardly masculine, the dragon was rather feminine in his sexuality, preferring to be treated as one in bed. It was something the panther loved playing into, helping the dragon embrace that side of himself.

Right now, though, he had to cum. Panth, after all, had _plans_for him.

Ark was panting with lust as that the spell keeping him from orgasming was lifted. His shaft practically jumped out of his slit, rapidly swelling to its full length, ridges flaring, the displaced precum oozing out around the base. It was an exquisite sensation. Having gone for quite a while with no release whatsoever had left him very sensitive, enough so that the lightest touch would set him off, and the thick maleness pounding into him was so much more than that.

His eyes shot open and he watched the jaguar growl and snarl as he made those final few thrusts, and his own expression - one of utter bliss - in the mirror. Soon he was pushed over the edge, and his claws dug into the sink as it happened, another joyful moan spilling from his lips in a huff of hot air as that convulsing orgasm swept over him. He was only faintly aware of a sudden, quick series of throbs inside him, followed by a jet of wet heat, and then another, and a third, a fourth, with all his attention drawn by the overwhelming thrumming of pleasure from his own shaft. He erupted almost violently, his seed splashing against the sink and onto the floor as he rocked himself back against that wonderful shaft that was pumping inside him, seeding him, enough cum flooding into his body that he'd be leaking it for the rest of the night, if not the rest day.

"Nnnh- breed me!" he cried out, as that orgasm wracked his body, immediately blushing to an almost crimson red as he realized what he'd just said, loudly enough that others had surely heard the sudden, pleasure-fuelled confession of fantasies.

"Not yet, pet. Not yet," growled the panther, giving his scaly ass a loving squeeze as he lazily rolled his hips a few more times, letting the dragon's clenching, squeezing body milk out the last few drops of his warm seed. Soon, though.

Finally, he pulled out, his barbs forcing a few more weak spurts of cum from the dragon as they dug into his pucker on the way out, followed by a trickle of his seed oozing over his taint and dripping down into the panties.

"Pull them back on," the panther rumbled. "Wouldn't want to make a mess, would you?"

With his hands still trembling from the orgasms that'd wracked him only moments, ago, he managed to get dressed again. Panth had it easier; all he did was wipe off his cock and then wash his hands, and he watched the dragon squirm over that wet, warm mess safely deposited inside him.

"There's no mission, is there?" Ark sighed, breathily.

"Oh, there is. Just not quite the kind you thought. Come now, our dinner should be ready soon, we can talk while eating," the panther grinned in response.

The two made their way back to the table, just in time for the waiter to arrive with appetizers. A platter of cheeses to go with the steak they'd ordered. The restaurant hadn't lost sight of their menu even though it'd become a kind of second priority; the kind of people who ate there would've eaten there regardless of what was served, but there was a kind of professional pride to it.

"I didn't lie about a single thing. This mission you're on _is_serious," Panth rumbled, a little later, between bites.

Seeing the quizzical look on the dragon's muzzle, he continued. "You've not figured any of it out yet? Anything at all?"

"Well, I know the-" he stopped himself, eyes scanning the restaurant. "-the equipment is magical," Ark answered. "But I'd have to guess it was a custom order? Can't imagine any artificers that'd-"

"So they are. Do you remember that enchanted thread we procured for the tailor?" Panth continued. "He backed out, so I kept it. And then used it for what you're wearing. How does it feel?"

"Like a... warn glow," Ark answered, vaguely gesturing towards his lower belly.

"Interesting. I'll cut to the chase. Those panties will allow you get bred," the panther said. He spoke quickly and without sugar-coating any of it, wanting to see the reaction on his pet's face.

And a reaction, there was. Ark sputtered on his drink, his eyes wide as he twitched, almost standing up, but managing to control himself. His hand came to rest against his hip, as if he desperately wanted to feel his own ass but couldn't, not in public.

"Not through your... rear entrance," Panth snorted, a wide and toothy grin on his muzzle. "Didn't they teach you anything in school? No wonder there are so many accidental pregnancies in this city."

It took a moment for him to silence and control the convulsions of impending laughter that threatened to double him over. He ate a few more of the appetizers, letting the moment drag on for as long as possible, enjoying every single moment of the dragon's nervousness and confusion.

"You do have a womb by now, I believe," he paused. "Like any proper girl. But for me to give you that special cargo, well, you'd have to be taken as a female. I'd be more explicit, but you never know who might be listening."

He leaned in, a curious yet predatory glint in his eyes. "But I'd never force that burden on you. The choice is yours. Whether or not you want to accept my, ahem, special cargo."

Ark's head was swimming at the idea. Him, pregnant? With a-

"-big, swollen belly and everything," Panth continued, as if reading the dragon's mind. For all the trinkets they're found and recovered over the years, maybe he was. Or maybe he just knew the dragon well enough by now. "I imagine you'd make a wonderful mother. Probably look beautiful too with that maternal glow."

Ark chewed off a bit of hard, aged cheese just in time for the steaks to arrive, granting him a moment to think. For a long while now, he'd thought of himself as not belonging clearly to either gender. Or, as he liked to put it, male on the outside, female on the inside. But he'd never imagined this, and he didn't know if he was ready. Ready to let the big cat sink into him, bare and unprotected, and have his seed actually take root.

"And I think, at that point, it'd be only appropriate if you permanently became my pet, as well. With a collar around your neck, not just your cock," Panth murmured. He cut off a slice of his steak. It was tender, juicy, and more than anything it gave_him_ a moment to think, too. He'd never let it show, but he was, in fact, at least as nervous as the dragon. At least somewhere deep inside.

Ark's heart had skipped so many beats he was afraid he might pass out, barely tasting his own steak. Oh, it was delicious, no doubt about that. He just couldn't focus on the flavour, not with the conflicting thoughts rushing through his mind. All he'd have to do was lay back, spread his legs, and let Panth collar him, and he could have everything he'd ever wanted. Well, wanted for the last few months, at least. Yet he found himself hesitating, his mouth dry despite the juicy steak that he was eating, mechanically, as he tried to regain his composure.

They spent the rest of their dinner in relative silence, both looking at the other. How easy it'd be to just give in, thought the dragon. But should I?

It wasn't long, though, before the warm feeling inside him grew into a hotter one. A sensation so heady and heated that it left his limp shaft oozing precum, staining the front of his panties just as the panther's seed was staining the back. It was strangely affirming, somehow; just like a born female might feel, he suspected. Yet, it was accompanied by a gnawing, almost burning sense of emptiness inside him, an emptiness demanding to be filled. Like a hunger, even though his belly was quite full.

Increasingly, that feeling made the idea of letting the black jaguar knock him up seem like a good idea. Would it even be possible? It was worth trying, at least.

The panther, of course, knew exactly what his pet was feeling. The panties had a rather potent kind of enchantment, one that he'd paid nearly an arm and a leg for. An investment was what he thought of it as, in that he'd be making a deposit and watching it grow. Either way, he'd had the cloth infused with both the transforming magic... and something that'd invariably force whoever was wearing it into heat.

He didn't expect the dragon to resist for long, not for his first heat. What he hadn't expected was him not making a single move to take the panties off, despite his nervous expression.

Dinner was soon finished, and towards the end of it, Ark was squirming in his seat. His panties were utterly soaked, his thighs slick with arousal, as was, he imagined, the chair itself. He couldn't smell any of his own scent, but watching the big cat's nostrils flare, he realized that he must be broadcasting that growing fertility to every male in the restaurant. A quick dessert later, Panth paid the tab, and the two left the restaurant, with Ark taking very small steps so as to not reveal the growing wet patch showing even through his slacks.

The jaguar wasn't unaffected, himself. The wonderful scent filling his nostrils with each breath he took left his cock straining against his boxers, barbs getting caught in the cotton. Thank god the taxis are automated, he thought, a low growl escaping his throat as the friction sent another jolt of pleasure through him as they walked to the taxi station. I definitely don't miss the chatty drivers.

By the time they actually got into the cab, Ark was openly panting, leaning back against the seat, and now that he was in an enclosed space with his pet, Panth got a proper whiff of his heated need. He had a whole romantic setup in the bedroom, but they could always enjoy that later. Right now, there was a more urgent mutual desire between the two. At least he'd brought the collar, just in case something like this would happen. Ark hadn't been entirely wrong about the briefcase containing some special cargo or equipment, but rather than something expensive or magical, it was merely a steel collar, with a simple lock. Symbolic, more than anything.

"Home. Take the scenic route," he growled at the taxi.

"Scenic routes require pre-payment and a clean-up fee," the taxi replied. The company had a pretty good understanding of the kind of activities passengers would enjoy during longer journeys, but then again, given that Ark had probably already stained the seats, it was only fair. Still, with how his body was flooding with testosterone, Panth almost dug his claws into the speaker. He managed to restrain himself, though, and merely scanned his card.

"Passenger registered, home location registered, payment registered," the AI droned. "Have a safe journey."

Just how much that'd cost him was the last thing on his mind as he turned towards the dragon, who was staring back at him like a deer in the headlights. A doe in heat, rather, his- no, her scent overwhelmingly potent, irresistible. Panth looked at him, and Ark looked back, their eyes glazed with lust, as well as something more, time passing so slowly that both could feel each beat of their hearts.

"Mmh. I was going to-" the panther spoke, his voice hoarse, forcing him to pause to clear his throat. "-was going to do this at home but - ngh, you smell amazing - do you want it? Do you want to be a proper good girl for me? To let me make your belly swell?"

There was another brief moment of silence. Thoughts rushed through the dragon's mind. Did he really want this? He could, if he wanted, resist. The panther wouldn't force him. He was afraid, in some way, of how being pregnant would be, of what'd happen if he allowed himself to embrace this inner femininity in its entirety. But in the end, it was no contest, not with both the horrid emptiness, the overwhelming desire, and his - no, her, she was going to embrace this moment, at least for tonight - love for Panth.

"Do it," Ark choked out. "I want to know how it feels."

That admission was all it took. In a frenzy, both she and the jaguar clawed and tugged their clothes off, uncaring about what might be damaged, what might be ruined. All that mattered was this very moment. Soon Ark was on full display, her body entirely bared and her legs spread in wanton invitation, over the taxi's back seat, illuminated by passing streetlights and the faint interior lights. The heat had left her slit puffy, glistening with each light that fell upon it, and if it hadn't been for the band she wore, she'd have been rock hard and dripping. As it was, she was only dripping. Smooth and feminine, shaft limp and hidden inside her warm body.

"Rrrh, I will," Panth growled. And then he was on top of his pet, barbed shaft grinding against her slit, though not yet managing to sink inside. His breath washed over her neck and his whiskers tickled her cheek despite the rough scales. Her hips wrenched upwards to meet his, urging him to sate her heat.

It'd be a tight fit; despite it all, she was still outwardly masculine. And the panther's shaft would have to fit in next to her own cock. With how drenched she was, she thought, it should be possible.

"Gods, you're wet," Panth groaned. "Such a good, eager girl."

Had it not been for her brass complexion already being flushed a dark, rusty brown with arousal, Ark would've certainly blushed. But her body knew exactly what it wanted; everything that this wonderful male poised to claim her - again - was willing to offer. Every drop of it, and more.

Despite his position as the master, Panth himself was just as much a slave to those urges as the dragon was. His hips were already rocking, barbs flaring as they scratched and tugged at Ark's vent, his body trembling as he tried to regain enough control to position himself correctly. Blindly, he dug through his briefcase, spilling half of the contents all over the taxi's floor when he finally managed to pull out the collar.

"Mine," was all he could muster as he clasped it around Ark's neck. To her, the cold metal only felt uncomfortable for a fraction of a second, and then It felt wonderfully right, the heavy but smooth metal locking around her neck with a click, marking her as his property. A warm, proud feeling surged in her heart as her legs hooked around the panther's hips, pulling his hips flush against her own.

Finally, Panth managed to nudge himself snugly against the dragon's slit, his cock throbbing with eagerness to sink into her. And he did. Ark was tight, but the sheer wetness of her freely-flowing heat-sap was enough to allow him to slowly, gradually stretch her open, his engorged shaft just barely fitting into that incredibly warm vice. The both of them gasped as the first inch or so of his arousal finally sunk into her, grinding and throbbing against her hidden cock. There was the faintest clink as his piercing met the ring around the base of her knot, all but drowned out by another throaty groan from Panth, echoed by the dragon in turn as he thrust deeper.

From then on, it was all instincts. Those of a dragoness and her drake to Ark, or those of a proud jaguar mating with his heat-struck queen to Panth. It was surprisingly loving, for being in the backseat of a car, but then, many loving relationships had started that way. Many unhappy ones, too. But they had no intent of having one of the latter.

Soon Panth was thrusting into his pet and lover, slowly at first, at a rhythm guided entirely by those ancient urges, his barbs incessantly raking the velvety walls of the dragon's vent with each motion, leaving her squirming helplessly. The pleasure quickly reduced the brass dragon into a quivering, trembling mess, her legs twitching as the panther slowly picked up the pace, rutting into her with heavy thumps and wet squelches. It wouldn't be long, she knew, before he seeded her. And then, her belly would swell with his litter of hybrids. It'd make her unable to hide that inner femininity. Panth would have to find a new assistant while she was carrying. But it'd all be worth it.

"Rrh, you won't get to cum, you know," Panth growled as he rutted into her, faster and faster. "Not before you're well and truly pregnant. Can't risk -nngh- inseminating yourself, can we?"

His words fell on deaf ears, ultimately. Ark couldn't hear anything over the pounding of her heart, and the raging fire of need roiling within her, stoked by every thrust the panther made. She didn't hear him asking if she was sure about it, and it didn't matter; at this point, no force could've changed her mind.

"Get -rrh- ready for a litter, here it comes, here..." the jaguar snarled, at his most predatory as he reached his peak. Feeling his heavy sack tighten against his body, his barbs flaring inside the receptive dragoness, he slammed as deep as he could, his scruffy sheath squashed against that willing vent, and let out a triumphant growl as he erupted into her. A series of white-hot, ecstatic spams in his loins sent out his equally heated seed into the dragoness' newfound body, splattering against the gates of her womb, where it'd seep deeper into her core.

For Ark, it wasn't as much an orgasm as what could best be described as a dissolution¸ the sudden quenching of her heat feeling like she was submerged into cool water after an oppressive summer's day, a sense of floating, a gelatinous blissfulness that sapped the strength from each and every one of her limbs and left her limp, finally able to breathe deeply again. In that moment, she felt utterly, divinely feminine, with each spurt of heated seed being delivered deep into her, where it belonged. Where she wanted it.

"There you go. Such a good girl," Panth rumbled, as that moment passed, and then promptly collapsed on top of the dragon, utterly drained.

They were still laying there by the time the taxi finally arrived back at Panth's workshop-turned-home, and it was only thanks to the automated reminder that the fare would continue ticking that managed to stir the feline from his post-coital afterglow. Ark, not so much; she was all but asleep, and the panther opted to carry her inside, admiring how good the steel collar looked, marking her as his, just as much as the thick seed oozing from her freshly inseminated body did.

Mine. Truly, he thought, as he laid her down in his bed, propping a few pillows under her rump to make sure none of the seed would spill before taking root. After all, they shouldn't allow such special cargo to be wasted.