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There's a manor located just outside of the small kingdom of Ethal. Nothing but a dirt road led to the location. Despite this, it's well-traveled. For inside the manor resides a most peculiar art exhibit. One that rivals the great golden halls of the far east.

Fine art, statues, and paintings captured the very essence of life itself. Even legendary sets of jewelry and weapons that thieves would even question touching, for daring to mar the beauty with their hands would be seen as a sin.

The artist, Geiger, waited on the front stoop of his massive manor. A modest magic man, not one to show off his abilities. Only to the most astute creatures or gifted individuals detect his power. Forgoing the long wizard beard his face is cleanly shaven with a cut jawline, often mistaken to be of royal blood with how he looked. He even dressed like a noble, polished shoes and gold embroidered leather doublet.

He was joined by his favorite mistress, Frathra, a beautiful young adult copper dragon. No more than 80 years old, the care she goes through kept her copper scales from tarnishing. Her hide still reflects the light as others of her brood when they first hatch. She wore lovely sets of golden jewelry, bangles of gold wrapped around her wrist, ankles, and horns. A thick golden chain was around her neck that hung a silk fabric, the fabric draped down and connected loosely to two rings on her claws. Every time she moved the fabric would sway gently. She was beside him and impatiently asks, "Where is she?" His hand touched her lowered head, neck muscles relax immediately under his fingers.

"She'll be here shortly. You know how chromatics are, lazy layabouts only interested in their self-worth. A promise of mountains of baubles and shiny trinkets will get her to show."

Frathra let out a rapid hissing breath, a dragon's laughter and shifted her massive body and coiled around her love. All four of her powerful legs stretched as she stood next to him, he was a head shorter than her shoulders. "Are you sure it will be safe to protect them?"

"Are you worried?" He reaches out and glided his fingertips across her hide.

"Of course not master," her eyes betrayed her distrust of the chromatics, and rightfully so. They tend to be chaotic to their core. The black scaled twins that visited the exhibit nearly brought the keep down for the treasures that lay within.

"Shhh, it will be alright. I have polymorphed into every scale of dragon breed. 150 years of dragon research has taught me quite a bit."

A comforting thought. She thrummed softly as he brushed the tip of her scaly nose, many nights he showed her the various forms and satisfying shapes he can take. She still wished to learn about her kind from other dragons. Sadly, in this age, dragons are isolationists. More disappear every decade. Books and visitors can only teach her so much. Before she was captured by Geiger, all she had was her mother to teach her.

"And besides, it's safer for her. Dragonbane's men have been spotted in her territory, this sanctuary will be a new home for her."

Frathra shuddered when he spoke the family name. A tale that spanned multiple long dragon lifetimes. "I hope this new method works out master. I don't think I can wait another 20 years for a dragon to be ready."

"Evrey is almost finished. She's quite eager to join your side. In her dreams, she sees you two comforting each other by my side."

The copper dragoness grew excited. The Silver-Line was famous for her songs and advisor to the late king of Ethal 200 years ago. Before she was captured, they shared a long conversation about the work that could be done at this keep.

The courtyard was silent, with no servants in sight. Geiger gave the kobolds the day off. Even if he was comfortable dealing with the guest, a metallic dragon is predictable, but a chromatic could be... problematic. He wouldn't want harm to come to any of his servants or mistresses, even after they desperately begged to see the chromatic green dragoness.

"I hope you don't replace me with her..."

The comment insulted the wizard; he took pride in keeping everyone happy and sated in his palace and would sooner cut off his own head than leave his first dragon to feel abandoned. He grabbed the copper's horns and pulled her head down with surprising ease. He looked her dead in the eye and gave a soft kiss on her muzzle. Her copper pools fluttered for a minute as she shuttered under his grip.

"I'm sorry master."

"You are my first butterfly; nothing will take that away." The pet name for her weakened her stature. She leaned her head toward his, but a large shadow overhead stopped the deepened kiss. The two of them smiled at each other at what was to come.

The green dragoness beat her powerful wings circling the keep before she spotted the dragon and human. She landed right on the long staircase with her full weight, pulverizing the cut marble steps with her four massive talons. Once the dust settled the dragoness opened her mouth, the smell of chlorine emanates from her jaw, "Are you the one that invited me?"

Her scales showed signs of scaring from battle, the most notable was a spear scar that ran along her long neck. Distracting as the scar was, the real eye-catching feature was the characteristic green fin that ran along her spine, like a vibrant gem on a beautiful crown, gorgeous in the light of the early morning sun. Frathra's eyes were drawn toward the stunning fin of the emerald creature.

The noble wizard greeted the dragon speaking in a pleasant trader's tone, "This is Frathra, the bright, trained by paladins and the court of the nine." The copper dragon sat on her haunches and puffed out her breast in pride. Like many dragons, she loved her titles. "And to answer your question, no, I sent the message for your participation in the art exhibit."

The green dragon introduced herself to her slightly larger counterpart, "I am Murdnod, cloud of death, the razer of the east, and terror in the elven woods of Dorwin." She turned toward the near diminutive human and raised an eyebrow, "Are you human?"

"Yes." He smiled warmly at the dragon then bowed. "I am Geiger, the lord of this campus."

"You have a death wish working with dragons by your side."

"All men that work with dragons are a little mad. Some embrace death to do so."

"Are you dead?" A perplexed look glinted in her emerald eyes.

"No, I am flesh and blood. Please come with me, I'm sure you are very busy Lady Murdnod."

The wyrm nodded curiously to the human and then her gaze shifted to the copper. She sized her up, the green was a few decades older than the copper, but it was clear the copper was eating much better. Haunches and tail are thicker with muscle and fat. The jewelry was also off-putting, not even dragon riders bothered dolling up their dragons. What kind of dragon is this?

"Just show me to this workshop and give me my gold so that I can take my leave of this place."

Frathra didn't return the hate-filled gaze. She just smiled at the other dragon before heading up to open the large wooden doors. She spoke in draconic, one of the few times she could speak the tongue to a peer, "Oh, you mustn't rush, the exhibits are quite beautiful. You will need to know what you will be posing for."

Murdnod brushed off whatever is going in the other dragon's head as metallic behavior. Subservience to men. They traveled through to the great hall. Her eyes opened wide at the size, large enough to fit three ancient dragons inside. Artwork to rival any cathedral was painted on the walls, corners, and ceilings of the circular meeting room. The wizard led the way down a branching corridor. Frathra explained the exhibits as they passed by, her way of giving a tour.

"This is the entrance hall, over 100 lords and nobles pass through here every month, the price of entry is 10,000 gold each." Her tail bobbed back and forth elated to be speaking to another dragon.

The green showed no interest in the artwork, she merely glanced around when the copper mentioned something. All the paintings depicted women and men together in various ways. There were even women and men locking hips and lips carved into the marble walls. She huffed a spritz of chlorine that dissipated into the air, "Unless I can add the portraits and statues to my hoard, I don't care. I have a long flight back to-"

Murdnod's words were cut off as they walked deeper into the manor. She stood on her hind legs as she spotted something unusual embedded into the walls. The figures that flanked each of their sides were two female wyverns. The detail of their scales was very sharp, from their razor-sharp teeth to their venomous stinger.

Their backs were fused with the marble, it appeared to be carved from one piece of stone. Their legs splayed out exposing their ventral scales. The two females were in heat, their sex slightly open, begging for a male. A detail that would be very difficult for a mere human to get.

Frathra spoke up breaking the green's concentration, "They're quite beautiful. Master said these wyverns were known as Osa and Ahxu. Their beauty was preserved in marble 70 years ago."

Murdnod didn't admit it, but the art captivated her. Even if they were lesser dragons.

The dragonesses next stop led them through the garden. The centerpieces of the exhibit. Stone statues of every verity populated the well-tended gardens. Much like the other works, they too are lascivious. The lifelike detail caused demons to look away in a blush.

Statues of various acts of every species of the world, from human to fiend. Notable ones that caught Murdnod's eye were ratfolk entwining tails leaning on a marble pillar, their bodies carved of the same material. They appeared to be shouting in the throes of a passion of two lovers. If the dragoness was alone, she would have stolen the beautiful statue to place in front of her lair. She shook those thoughts out her head, as she would have to fight off the jabbering copper dragon to grab such treasure.

The next piece was a dragonborn, carved of the purest obsidian. Her head was down in shame as she held a scrap of cloth near her chest while another claw had vanished between her legs. A private moment was brought to the public eye.

Frathra interrupted her ogling once again, "I like her, Akava's so pretty. She's going to be on loan for a gala in the southern kingdom."

"The craftsmanship is a masterwork." She lowered her head to inspect the scales of Akava, each one perfect. "Even arcana would take years."

Geiger stepped between the two dragonesses, "Yes, a human lifetime to perfect the artwork."

Frathra stepped aside and bowed to him, causing Murdnod to raise her eyebrow as to what the man was. The tour continued, showing off over several more stone exhibits that caught the green dragoness' eye.

Then they arrived at the showpiece. The once-in-a-lifetime visit for nobles, wizards, and even powerful magical folk, the two dragons. Ancient gold and silver were crafted of their respective materials. The two metallics were polished every day by the kobolds. Of course, the statues weren't in this garden because they were true to life, no, they captured something that very few individuals saw. Dragons experiencing pure, uncensored bliss.

The golden male sat on his haunches over a marble fountain, his golden erection exposed. Not many see a dragon at full attention, the base of the phallus had rough bumps, and head flared out and tapered off to a point. Crystal clear water spurted out the tip while his maw hung open in a roar of ecstasy. The leg muscles tensed, capturing a powerful thrust to release his seed into an invisible mate.

Murdnod's maw hung open in awe at the dragons. Closer, she examined the male, she could feel her mouth water. Jets of water pumped out of his erect dragon member like a heartbeat. She has never seen a male so close before, let alone an elusive gold. She stared up at the dragon. His golden whiskers were dignified; despite being locked in a powerful thrust. The statue stirred feelings inside herself, she wanted to imbed herself on the statue and be its mate.

The sound of splashing disrupted her lustful stares. Frathra jumped into the fountain, the water touched her belly as she ran. She stopped at the silver statue.

A silvery tail arched up to a circle touching her horns. Wings spread out wide, the membranes looked so fragile. Everyone wondered how such a statue was created. Her jaw was also open in a similar howl climax. With her tail raised so high, the statue couldn't hide her exposed genitalia. The vent was spread and exposed. She could see the defining bump of the silver dragoness' erect clitoris. Clear water poured out of the statue's cloaca, mid-climax, right into the copper dragon's mouth.

Frathra drank greedily from the silver dragon's cloaca. The sight mesmerized, confused, and embarrassed the green. Then her tongue flicked across the opening and teased the statue's clit. Murdnod's heartbeat quickened upon seeing such a lewd display.

Once Frathra had her fill she noticed Murdnod was staring at her. Water poured from between her pearly white teeth as she gave the green dragoness a vulgar grin. Murdnod turned away ashamed of the mixtures of feelings she was getting in this strange garden.

The wizard beckoned the two to follow, the tour was over. It was time to start the project. Frathra tried to converse more with their guest, but Murdnod wasn't in the mood. The sight of all the exhibits had her second-guessing if the treasure for posing for such an art piece was worth it. Not to mention her vent ached for attention.

When they entered the huge workshop a fine dust cloud wafted wherever they stepped. Tools were strewn across the work surfaces, and enchanted hammers hung on the walls. If the tools weren't so small one would think the workshop was built for an artisan dragon. Geiger walked to one of the tables and pulled out tomes from a shelf from below a podium, he motioned toward the large jade plinth in the center of the room.

"Can you stand on that jade stone Murdnod? Then we can get started."

Murdnod huffed in protest slamming her tail into the floor, "Not until I see my gold first, I've been dragged all over this crazy place and haven't seen what I was promised."

Frathra took a defensive stance between her master and the chromatic dragoness. She growled at her until Geiger stepped around calming the copper dragon with a stroke of the hand.

In his other hand was a small leather pouch, "It's in this bag." Murdnod looked at the inconspicuous pouch and bared her fangs. Frathra responded by baring her own, an acrid stench saturated the air. Geiger didn't say a word and poured the contents onto the floor at arm's length. The sound of a torrent of coins, jewels, and gold bars flowed like a waterfall until the pouch's portal was closed. The green dragon's eyes danced over the pile of treasure.

"Now please, Murdnod, stand on the pedestal and you will get everything you need."

Her eyes were locked on the treasure, it was easily double her hoard. She stepped onto the jade base not paying attention to where the man disappeared to. Frathra remained next to her, any animosity she had was replaced with that same vulgar smile. An itching sensation in her cloaca returned as she stood awkwardly on the jade block. The wizard suddenly reappeared in front of her. Surprising the green dragoness.

"Please hold still while I examine you."

Murdnod did as he asked, she despised humans but not as much as she loved gold. His hands traced over her scales and touched the bitter scar on her neck. She clenched her jaw at the memory. His fingers tickled her hide as he moved around her. Then they vanished.

Frathra stood to her front now. "It will be okay. He's done this many times." There was a soothing song in the way she said that.

"I'm not worried," Murdnod growled.

Geiger's voice sounded off from behind, "Your vent looks perfectly healthy. Not a virgin but no sign of laying."

A hand gently spread open her vent, causing her to jump up and kick a hind leg at the human. A twisted smile spread on her muzzle as she heard him collide with the bookshelf on the far end of the room.

The attack was short-lived, before Murdnod knew it she was on her back with powerful jaws on the base of her neck. She twisted and contorted and tried to use a breath attack, but her head was soon pinned with two foreclaws. Beating wings and flailing limbs sent more dust into the air to mix with the chlorine stench.

"Enough!" Geiger shouted shaking the entire keep as he spoke.

The green dragoness calmed down as the copper released her neck. She stood upright knowing full well she lost the fight with the other dragon. If she bit any harder, she would have been in danger.

"Lady Murdnod, behave on this campus. I have dealt with your kind many times." He brushed his coat free of dust, fabric had been torn slightly from the razor-sharp talons of the dragon. He sighed and approached her again. "I'm just examining you, so please don't move."

Frathra repeated what her master said but in a more soothing tone. "Please don't move, I don't want to hurt you." Frathra's voice was saddened, even though she won the fight, she hated to hurt another dragon.

This made Murdnod even more uncomfortable. With no idea of what was to come, she stretched out her neck and locked her head forward as her vent was examined. He didn't reach inside but she could feel his stares on the most vulnerable parts of a dragon.

"You can relax, it's nothing he hasn't seen before." Frathra's head twisted up to fill the embarrassed dragon's vision. Yet the green dragoness was mortified, she only had one sexual experience. A traditional dragon mating with a young red dragon. They spiraled together in the sky and separate before you collide with the ground. He flew off never to be seen again and she had no hatchling from the union.

Her entrance was a healthy pink, and her clitoris started to show signs of arousal. It pulsed with the great dragon's heartbeat as it was exposed to the air. Her vaginal opening exuded a warm sulfur scent. Geiger looked at them with a scholar's eye and let the cloaca's entrance close. The man finished his examination of her other side and then reappeared behind a podium overlooking the two dragons, several tomes laid out in front of him.

"Thank you for cooperating Lady Murdnod, I need you to be in the mood. Could you think sexual thoughts?"

The various pieces in the keep were all sexual in nature, she swallowed, "I don't think I can do that."

"That's fine, Frathra will help."

As if by an invisible command the copper dragoness circled the green dragon. "Relax, you're so uptight. I've been where you now stand. It's quite pleasurable." The chain around her neck rattled as moved toward her rear.

Murdnod's body was as still as a statue. This was a new experience and her excitement beaded around her vent.

There was a growl as her tail was handled by the copper claws. Frathra was rough as she pushed her green-scaled tail up. The dew around her cloaca was quickly lapped up, tickling the green dragoness causing blood to rush to her genitals, the pink flesh swelled opening it further. Frathra teased her opening, her snake-like tongue slipping between her green ventral scales.

Her hindquarters rotated from the pleasure. Instincts told her to crouch her upper body to give greater access to her mate. She closed her eyes and accepted the copper's advances. The tongue assaulted her weak spots. Frathra knew how to use her tongue and what made a dragoness thrum.

"Oh! Mmm! I never felt something like this before!"

The tongue escaped her pulsing nethers leaving her to moan and whine in its absence. "Oh, but I'm just getting started." The tongue flicked inside again wrapping around her clit. Murdnod shivered as the love button was stroked and molested.

"Oh! Tiamat, bless!"

Frathra teased and prodded the opening, occasionally glancing up at the podium to her master who was completing his ritual. As he mumbled his incantation, she took it a step further and dove her snout deep into the green's cloaca.

"Ahhh!"

The green dragoness roared as the copper nearly buried her head inside her vent opening. She was stretched and filled, helplessly rotating her hips on the muzzle that assaulted her. Her claws gripped the jade podium tightly as she rode through the waves of pleasure.

She was getting close as the copper maw fucked Murdnod. The smooth scales teased the clitoris as she pulled back. Her heart rate increased. Every thrust felt better than the last, and as she drew out her tongue lashed out gripping around the sensitive button. The room's chlorine smell was now filled with the sulfurous smell of dragon arousal. Her tail was as high as it could go. She stared forward listening to her own cloaca's symphony of wet squelches.

"I'm close. I'm so close."

The copper bellowed something, causing vibrations through her sex. They added to the chaos in the pleasure.

"Oh, don't stop! Don't stop! Mmmmmm!"

Frathra exited the cloaca, pleased with herself. She watched as the green's opening clenched desperately for more. "Not yet I want you to savor every touch I give."

Drips echoed as her opening leaked onto the jade podium. The copper slithered around to face the trembling chromatic. Her maw was slick with juices, and she pressed it to Murdoc giving her a deep kiss. When they broke the kiss a trail of the green's sour juices stuck to both their tongues.

"Please do that thing again... I need it."

The same vulgar smile spread on the copper's muzzle. She looped around again letting her metallic tail caress the green body as she passed.

The opening pulsed, needy for a lover. The copper dove her muzzle inside once more causing a roar of ecstasy from the other end. She starts to face fuck her but every time she escaped she looked down at the progress of the spell.

A trail of white light crawled up her talons leaving behind jade stone instead of flesh. The sound is subtle but is completely overshadowed by the roars of pleasure from Murdnod. No dragon has ever given her this attention before.

"I'm close, I'm so close!"

Frathra pushed her maw slow and deep, feeling the walls clenched around her trying to get the iota of sensation to get to the precipice. But the copper hung there, stopped completely. She felt the change and withdrew her maw from the opening. Moisture clinging to her scales as the tongue wrapped at the now stone clitoris. Murdnod's cloaca hung open, the jade surface slick with dragoness nectar.

The transformation had already converted 75%. The non-stone portion was quivering in anticipation for the wave of pleasure to crash drown on her. Frathra felt sorry for the green dragoness, but it had to be done. She moved toward Murdnod's head followed by the traveling spell that crept up the neck.

"Please just a little more! I need this! I never felt this good!" Murdnod's eyes were clenched tight, she was being tossed around in a sea of pleasure like a canoe in an ocean.

Frathra smiled at the sight, her cloaca was dripping. It's for her own good in the end. It's but a blink of an eye for a dragon. Murdnod will be as happy in the end.

"Not yet green butterfly, I need to get off first."

The green dragon's eyes burst open seeing the copper standing in front of her. She tried to turn her neck but is unable to. Panic sets in as she still felt the pleasure building in a never-ending cycle.

"What!? Hap-? Mmmmm."

"You're going to be in the exhibit. You will be a beautiful butterfly and serve the master after some time."

Frathra sat and rolled to her back in front of Murdnod. The copper's cloaca was slightly open from arousal. She craned her body forward and started to flick her tongue inside to taste herself. The captured spectator gave her more motivation as she drank her own juices.

Murdnod could only watch in desperation. She did not need to breathe anymore, and her eyes were fixed on the dragon who was now moaning in pleasure. She just wished she could be pushed off the cliff face she was put on, forced to be shackled to the edge as the sensations threatened to shatter her mind.

Geiger then stepped between the two dragonesses. Frathra immediately stopped pleasuring herself to kiss the human. He sucked on her tongue and tasted the mixture of flavors from the two dragons.

"I'm sorry Lady Murdnod, but it has to be this way. You are precious, and with the life you live, you would be dead in a decade."

The dragon stared at the two her eyes and mouth watered in desperation. "Please... let me free."

He stripped his clothes off for his copper concubine and then caressed her metallic scaled belly. Even if he was human, Murdnod couldn't help but stare at his arousal. The copper dragon melted in his grasp, with a single finger he would push her body into position. She was on all fours with her tail raised as if he was a dragon. His hand disappeared inside her cloaca rubbing her clitoris vigorously. Her Hips rolled at the touch. His slick hand exited her, pulling out a ruby attached to a gold chain. He pulled the chain lightly causing the dragon to roar with ecstasy.

"As you can see, I know what weakens a dragon. You live isolated lives, alone. You forget your biological needs sometimes. I give you what you crave. And you Lady Murdnod, you are special, I'm pushing your limits beyond any of your kind. It will make the process of saving you quicker."

He manipulated the ruby, spinning it causing the chain to oscillate. Her hind legs trembled under his unconventional leash, and she bellowed out a deep growl of satisfaction.

"Ahhh! Master please, I want your seed inside!"

Liquid trailed down the chain and dripped to the floor. He pulled it taut, tugging on the copper's clitoris on the other end, causing her to gasp and freeze in place. Her cloaca pulsed exposing the pierced clit to the air, the large nerve bundle begged for more.

Murdnod was mesmerized by the way he handled her. Her lust-addled mind wanted it to be her that was attached to the chain, to be played like a harp. Every flick of the string caused her to feel deeper levels of bliss.

"Please master... Stop... Teasing me..."

Frathra's breath was labored. She crouched down to allow the human access to her warm vent. The dangling gem keeps a constant sensation to the metallic dragon.

The green dragoness was a captive audience, drooling from the sight of him entering her. The transformation was almost complete.

It didn't take long for each thrust to cause her to spasm and shudder. He reached down and gave the golden chain another tug sending the large dragon to tighten around his manhood. He plunged deep into her and released his hot load inside.

"Yes!"

Murdnod's eyes were completely stone. The final sight she got to see before the green stone locked them was of the copper dragon breathing a dark cloud directly in the air as she climaxed.

"Thank you, master!"

Her breathing was heavy and slow as she calmed down. The man climbed up and gave her a passionate kiss, "You were wonderful." He stepped down and got dressed, ready for the next step.

The compliment had the dragon smiling with joy. She looked over at the jade dragon. Murdnod could hear, see, and feel everything. However, if she was able to understand was another story. Frathra barely remembered what happened to her when she was processed, a blur of pleasure and being comforted by Geiger.

She decided to say a few words. For what they're worth. The dragon took tentative steps as if she was being yelled at. "I know things are strange. I'm sorry it had to be this way, I wish we did the other method of having you experience a never ending climax like the others. But this method will be quicker. And in the end that is a much better outcome, master will take care of us, and then you will get to see his final plan."

She gave a small kiss to the desperate stone visage of Murdnod while Geiger worked. He pulled out a silver butter knife and manipulated the stone like soft clay. A jeweler's loupe gave him a focus on each scale. The scar tissue melted and healed in the stone, passing more pleasure to the consciousness trapped within.

Frathra thought about the future. She remembered the silver dragon who was going to be released from her metal cocoon. "Master, can I take Evrey's place when she is released? I would like to spend my reproductive cycle in bliss while she relaxes in my chamber."

"I'm sorry my copper butterfly, but I have plans for your cycle. You are my first, so it's only fair that you bare my child first." His eyes never broke from his work as he painstakingly smeared and flicked the scales to the perfect location.

"R-really!?"

"Yes. We still have countless centuries to go till we breed the true dragon scale. Murdnod is going to be bred with the Aalqi. You saw how she stared at him, he will love her."

"I can't wait to speak to him again when he calms down. He's so nice." The copper dragon had excitement in her voice, the road was planned out and she was going to raise the master's heir.

While Murdnod was trapped in her stone body, her scars were healed. It felt like she was walked along a thin wall, she couldn't fly or get down. Geiger's touches calmed her, keeping her mind tethered to her existence. Her consciousness was as fragile as an unhatched dragon, and he prevented it from shattering into nothing. He deeply cared for her, she felt it... She heard whispers of greatness and a life of joy and happiness. A new life awaited her as her mind was remolded.