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Saetta huffed as she set down a basket full of chicken eggs at the door of the bakery. Dirt covered the cream-colored dragoness' four paws after a day of working around the farm. The female dragon walked on four paws, as all dragons did. Two white horns curled upwards from behind her eyeridges, the same color as the claws on each of her paws. Her bright, blue eyes hinted at a playful attitude even this late in the day. Saetta didn't mind the dirt and grime that accumulated on her normally pearlescent scales after a hard day of work. It reminded her that she was doing her part for her crete.

She had grown up on a farm far away from any of the large cities full of anthros and feral dragons, her parents eschewing city noise for the quiet life of waking up to a rooster's crow and spending the afternoon herding cattle from the air. It was a heck of a lot more efficient than using a dog, that's for sure!

Saetta's experience with farm life had been her success in joining this relatively rural crete. A crete was a sort of exclusive commune for dragons. To be accepted into one you had to do your part, and if you didn't, well, they'd let you know. They had dragons who were good at all sorts of things. Farming, raising animals, building and using tools. They had dragons that were brawny and handsome that cut down trees and hauled heavy things long distances, ones that were bakers and butchers and cooks, and everything in between. Most dragons had more than one expertise in a crete, or several, as this crete wasn't overly populous.

"Hey beautiful!" A voice belonging to an earthy brown-hided dragon called out to Saetta. "Want me to wash your back in the lake? Maybe a little bit more?"

Saetta grinned and turned away from the drake, flicking her sinuous tail at him like a whip. She had bred with him last season, and she knew that he'd be eager to try again. She was tempted to let him - for all his bluster he was a sweetheart in the nest. But she also liked variety, and there were other drakes on her mind for this season. It went without saying, but within a crete dragons made their own relationships. Exclusive or not, communal, pairs and trios and more, the only consistency amongst dragon relationships was their variety.

"Don't think so, Jin. Sorry! I have other plans this season."

"Aww. If you change your mind you know where to find me."

Saetta laughed and waved a wing at him as she trotted off towards the bathing lake. Saetta was young and flirtatious and wasn't ready for any sort of permanent arrangement. It was common for younger dragons to explore and figure out what they wanted before settling down into a seasonal pattern. Eggs weren't a concern. Actually, eggs were encouraged within a crete.

A crete had caretakers separate from biological parents whose specialty was raising hatchlings, something the biological parents would not have the time nor expertise to do. Of course they were welcome to check in on their loud, screeching spawn, but most were content to have a paws-off relationship until they wanted to learn to be a caretaker themselves. Some never felt the calling; hatchlings were a bit of a mess, in Saetta's opinion. Actually, a lot of mess. But making eggs was a different, quite enjoyable sort of mess.

The sun's rays illuminated distant clouds into a brilliant orange as it settled below the horizon, casting golden shadows onto the crystal clear water as Saetta approached the lake. It was late in the day to be bathing, and most dragons were getting ready for dinner or other leisure activities. Saetta shrugged off her shoulder pouches and left her basket on a large, flat rock overlooking the water. The oxbow lake was a curved section of water that used to be a part of the river; sometimes it still was when it flooded enough. But for normal times the river had eroded its interior banks on each end of the lake until it reconnected itself, leaving this lake a calm, peaceful area for bathing.

Saetta slipped into the water with a small splash and shivered, the cold water refreshing and startling at the same time. She'd have to keep moving to keep her paws and tail-tip from going numb. She swam out towards the far bank, the paddling motion from her four paws helping to rub the dirt off of her scales and the movement of her wings warming her cold muscles.

As she expected, two drakes lounged on the far bank, waiting for her. Saetta smiled, showing off teeth whiter than her scales at the two males. This would be fun.

"Hey Saetta," the larger, scaled red dragon said. His name was Hyrokalar, but everyone just called him Hyro. Years of pulling felled trees back to their crete had sculpted his arms and shoulders into cords of iron. Wing joints had to work harder to make a heavier dragon fly, sculpting the sinuous muscles connected to his keel into a powerhouse. Saetta felt her knees go weak when she looked at him - as did most dragonesses in her crete. Oh sure, all of the dragonesses loved to complain about how rude he was and how he could be a big fat jerk, all while raising their tails for him at night and squeaking under the weight of his powerful thrusts.

"Hi Hyro," Saetta replied. "And Tyran, it's good to see you," she said, genuinely.

Tyran blushed and bobbed his dark green muzzle. For some reason unbeknown to Saetta, Tyran and Hyro were pretty good friends and had been since they were hatchlings. From Saetta's perspective Hyro tended to treat Tyran poorly, but he put up with it. There was no way the lithe green drake could haul trees like Hyro; he was slender with hide instead of scales, and he worked in the kitchens. Kitchen duty left Tyran usually smelling of fresh baked bread, a nice change from the sweaty musk of Hyro's exertions.

"It's good to see you too, Saetta," Tyran replied.

Hyro rolled his eyes. "Tyran, it's a good thing you don't get a dragoness gravid with words or you'd never have an egg."

Tyran mumbled and looked down at his paws.

"Aw, be nice Hyro!" Saetta splashed at him with a wing as her attention turned towards the big brute. She blushed as his sun-yellow eyes roamed over her body, as if he could see straight through the water and under her tail. Saetta sank lower into the water, blowing bubbles from her snout.

"What? It's true. You're kind of mean to invite us both here, Saetta. Do you just want him to watch? Is that like... your thing? I don't mind if it is," he grinned. "Wouldn't be the first time, actually."

It was Saetta's turn to roll her eyes, resurfacing enough so she could reply. "Don't be a jerk. I like both of you."

"Both? Like any of your eggs would come out with hide instead of scales. Why even bother?" Hyro nudged Tyran's shoulder. "How many eggs have you got in the hatchery, eh Tyran?"

Tyran huffed, his nostrils flaring.

Drakes were weird, Saetta thought, but it did give her an interesting idea. "Well, it doesn't matter how many he has with anyone else. It matters how many he has with me."

"If you're breeding with me it doesn't matter, all your eggs will be scaled." Hyro grinned and walked towards the water, as if he intended to consummate this arrangement right then and there.

"Uh-huh," Saetta said, swimming parallel to the shore, keeping her distance from her horny friend. "I don't believe you. I think we should have a little... contest? Just for fun," she added, seeing Tyran grimace.

"We don't have to if you don't want to, Saetta," Tyran replied, sitting back on his haunches. "I'm sure Hyro could give you all the eggs you want."

"Damn straight," said Hyro.

Saetta ignored Hyro. "Puh-lease, I've liked you ever since you joined our crete, Tyran. I _want_to mate with you. Besides, hide dragons are kind of uncommon in our crete. That makes you rare and adorable." Tyran blushed, the sheath between his legs swelling a bit at the compliment.

"It just means he has his balls out," Hyro interjected.

"Hyro!"

"What! It's true."

"Yeah well I think it's cute."

Tyran looked like he wanted to melt into the sand.

"His balls aren't even _that_big," Hyro pointed out, defensively. "What's the point?"

"The point is a nice sheath and balls on a nice, polite dragon is pretty attractive, something you could learn."

Hyro shrugged. "I still say we could just rut right here and now. You already said you want to, why play games? Your white scales are... uhh..." Saetta could see the gears whirring away in Hyro's skull as he tried to form a nice thought about anyone but himself. "...hot." He slipped into the water with a stupid grin on his face, his eyes looking past Saetta's head and towards her rump.

Saetta swam away from him, laughing. "Thanks. I am wooed. Let us breed upon the sandy shores, our lust for each other overwhelming."

"Sweet!"

"I'm kidding, Hyro."

"Oh." He growled and splashed at her with his thick tail, sending a tidal wave of water in her direction. Saetta ducked under the water before sticking her muzzle back out, sputtering.

"No but seriously," Saetta said. "I want both of you so get over it. Unless you don't want to at all, which I'd respect, of course." The latter was aimed at Tyran. She shook her head, trying to get water out of her ear. Tyran caught her gaze and gave her a half smile. Her tail twitched. Damn he was adorable. And finally, she could hear properly. "And, just for fun, make it a little... competitive. Whoever gets the most eggs, wins. Consider it a challenge to, uh, motivate you."

"Still don't see the point, but fine," Hyro said, trying to bite at her tail. She kept it just out of reach as she swam in circles, teasing, occasionally bapping him on the snout with it.

"And you, Tyran? Sounds fun?"

"Sure," Tyran said. He shot a look at Hyro before catching Saetta's gaze. "Your shimmering scales are like a radiant moon, lighting the darkest of nights. And," he took in a breath, smiling. "I'd love to add a bit more pearlescent essence inside you."

Saetta raised an eyeridge at him, stopping suddenly and accidentally letting Hyro catch her tail. He grabbed it with his maw and held it up out of the water in triumph. "Famshy wirsh 'ont get tailsh!"

"Actually it does sometimes, you dolt." She kicked at Hyro to regain control over her tail. Once all her limbs were once again her own she bounded through the water, swim-hopping to the shore towards Tyran. He smiled at her, his emerald scales shiny and bright even at dusk. She walked up to him until she was nose to nose with the drake, giving him the draconic askance for affection. His muzzle pushed forward to rub cheeks with hers, his tongue licking against her jawline. She shivered and smiled, nuzzling back before backing away. No more words were really needed. "See you two tomorrow?"

"Or now?" replied Hyro.

"Yes," replied Tyran.

She backed away and shivered, giving her wings a few flaps to rid herself of excess water. The playful bath had worked wonders on her scales. The dirt on her paws had been washed away, and the water had left her scales bright and shiny, reflecting the rising full moon. Saetta gave both of them a wing-wave and leaped into the air, flapping hard as she cruised easily across the lake. Flying somewhere sure was a lot faster than swimming somewhere, she thought to herself. Tomorrow would certainly be fun!

~*~*~*~*~

"Well shoot," Saetta said. "I didn't tell them where to meet me."

She had filled in her friends at the barn with the details of yesterday evening, of course. Their support ranged from 'I think you're weird but go for it,' to 'Can I be there and count the eggs when you lay them?' The latter reaction came surprisingly from the eldest in the group, an older, violet scaled dragoness by the name of Movani. Most called her Mov, or Mom, as she was sort of a parental figure to every dragon assigned to work the fields and take care of the animals of their crete.

"Oh that's easy," said Mov. "We have a place for this sort of thing."

"What?" Saetta looked up from her work, a chicken egg in her hand. "This is common?"

"Oh yes dear." Mov sat back on her greying haunches, as if giving a teaching lesson. "In many cretes the males would often vie for status amongst themselves by counting the number of eggs laid by dragonesses they had been with. A single challenge isn't that unusual."

"Huh," Saetta said, placing the egg in her basket. "I hadn't heard of it before. Does that happen here, too?"

"It used to," replied Mov. "The drakes usually organized it themselves. I suppose our drakes got paired off more permanently than in most cretes, so the tradition sort of died off. It's exciting for you to bring it alive again."

"I didn't know I was participating in any tradition," Saetta said. "I just like both of them."

Mov nodded. "Of course, there's no reason to choose just one if you've judged both to be worthy sires."

"I wouldn't put it that way, but yes."

"Well however you'd like to say it," Mov poked Saetta in the side with her faded purple tail, "you're participating in a grand tradition, and the place for competitions like this are in the rotunda."

"What, seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. Come now, you weren't exactly private last year either my dear."

Saetta blushed, turning away from Mov. "Not sure how you know about that."

"I know about it because I watched it. It was quite enjoyable."

"You watched!"

"Me and most of the dragons on this farm. Is a hay field after cutting really that private, in your mind?"

"...I guess not, but I didn't know so... wait. Most of you?" She looked up, gazing at her friends. Some met her eyes and grinned. Others averted their eyes. It probably meant the same thing. She grumbled and nearly dropped an egg. Okay, fine, so part of the fun had been the risk of someone seeing her and Jin. But she didn't know just how public their mating had been. And it had gone on for quite a while too, and in multiple positions. "Alright, well, it's not like I'm embarrassed or anything. I just didn't know. The rotunda is pretty public, though."

"Of course," said Mov. "It's a little bit of fun for everyone. Look, dear, you don't have to. Go borrow the hayloft if you want to. But if you want to spark up a bit of tradition," Mov's eyes glinted, "I'll make the arrangements."

Saetta mulled it over. In her mind her time with Tyran would be a private affair, full of kissing and taking a long, long time. With Hyro it was rough and passionate, over quickly until they caught their breath, then at it again. Did either of those scenarios work for her in the rotunda with onlookers? Would it work for Hyrokalar and Tyran? Hrrm... she tapped her claws against the chicken coop. Hyro wouldn't care. As for herself, well, it added a bit of spice to the whole affair and was worth trying. It was Tyran she worried about.

"Only if Tyran agrees," Saetta replied. "Make sure he's comfortable."

Mov nodded. "I'm not sure any drake would turn you down darling, but I'll do as you ask and make sure he's comfortable with the tradition." She stood up on her hind legs briefly and flapped her wings, the draconic equivalent of clapping her hands. "This'll be so much fun! Here, you two, finish these baskets." She handed off two half-full egg baskets to her coworkers. "And you, Saetta. Rotunda, dusk, a fresh bath, and a good attitude."

"My attitude is always good!"

"Mhmm," Mov replied, waving her wing back at the group as she walked out the barn doors.

~*~*~*~*~

Saetta glanced at the sky, noting that no one could fault her for being late when it was as overcast as this. Dark grey clouds hung low in the sky, smothering any way to tell the time from the sun. Klair, her best friend, had fussed over her all evening. First there had been the perfumed bath with rose petals. Saetta hadn't had her scales scrubbed that hard since she was a hatchling and had been caught in a mud fight. Second was a very light dinner of fruits and nuts, the sort of dinner that made you not hungry anymore but not exactly fully satiated either. And last, well, Klair was doing that now.

The light-pink dragoness held out two corsages for Saetta to choose from. One was an arrangement of darker pink roses with small white buds Saetta didn't know the name of. The other had a trio of dark purple carnations with a single white lily.

"I picked these myself," Klair noted. "As soon as I heard from Mov I just knew you needed something a little floral to make it that much more special, don't you think?"

Saetta had her doubts. She was more of the practical type, either wearing her tail-pouches and harness or nothing at all. She had never traded for flowers just to wear out and about to attract mates or to make herself feel more attractive. Weren't they just going to fade in a few days, anyways? But she had to admit, they were pretty...

"The pink one," Saetta said. "It reminds me of you."

Klair blushed happily, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. "Aww, Saetta, you're so sweet!" The dragoness bustled around her, looping the corsage around her left wrist. She adjusted the leather strap until it sat snug against her wrist and wouldn't fall down while Saetta walked. Klair then chose a smaller, matching set of flowers and tied those to her right horn.

"What do you think?" Klair stepped out of the way of the full body mirror, gesturing impatiently with her wing.

Saetta walked over to it slowly, tilting her head as she eyed herself.

Her scales positively shone after the scrubbing, seemingly radiating their own moonlit glow. The flowers around her right horn and left wrist accented the subtle lack of color in her scales, bringing attention to themselves and to her bright, blue eyes. She blushed, her tail instinctively lowering. She felt pretty. And, most unsettling, she felt naked.

Most dragons spent their whole lives naked. Clothing was an anthro's weird way of life. For superior beings with thick hides and scales, the only clothing dragons wore were either pragmatic or fashionable. Saetta was no different, and yet, standing here with a corsage on her wrist and flowers tied to a single horn, she felt more naked than if she was wearing nothing at all. What an odd sensation, she thought to herself.

"The flowers are beautiful. Thank you, Klair!" Saetta averted her gaze from the mirror to look at her friend, giving her a big, toothy smile.

Klair grinned right back. "No, you're beautiful." She nuzzled her girlfriend, her pink snout tucking up under Saetta's. "Have fun tonight. And off with you! I think I've made you late for your own, uhm, tradition."

"You're probably right." Saetta headed for the door. The rotunda was only a few minutes walk from Klair's flower shop. "Do you think Tyran will be there?"

"If he's as smart as you say he is, he will be."

Saetta nodded. She knew Hyro would be there. Of course he would. But she couldn't help but prance down the streets as her mind wandered towards a cute, green muzzle.

She arrived at the rotunda while tonight's watchers were just beginning to light the torches along the streets, breathing small flames up into night's air. To her relief there wasn't a massive crowd gathered. Her mind had played images of every dragon in their crete wing-to-wing, shouldering against each other for a better view while she mated with her friends. She should've known better. Watching someone have sex could be as awkward as participating in it, and most dragons probably already had other plans for the evening.

The small group sat around the edges of the rotunda chatting amongst themselves as Saetta walked up to Mov. Her eyes roamed over each dragon present. Mov, of course, the elderly purple dragoness. She'd keep a watchful eye over everyone, as she always did. Two scaled brown dragons sat to either side of Hyro, both males. Friends of Hyro most likely. Saetta didn't know their names, but they looked harmless enough. Their sinewy muscles indicated they most likely worked with him. Another dragoness, Juneau, sprawled a few seats up from the rotunda, as if the sleepy shop keeper had stumbled upon the rotunda and simply found it a nice place for a nap. Saetta smiled at seeing her. Juneau had always been kind to her, and they shared a love of finding new romance books - the sappier the better. And Tyran - hooray! The green dragon was nearly hidden behind Mov, and he had a friend with him as well. Another blue male that Saetta recognized from the bakery. His name escaped her for the moment.

Mov clucked her tongue at Saetta. "I suppose with scales that pretty you forgot what dusk looks like?"

Normally Saetta could give as good as she could take, but she just blushed and mumbled "I'm sorry."

Somehow that seemed to be the right thing to say as Mov's demeanor softened. "Well it's your party so I suppose you can be late to it, dear." Her purple wing waved behind her, nearly hitting Tyran in the face. "Come on over and we'll go over how this all works."

"I think I know how _it_works, Mov. I had my second clutch last year."

"Two clutches does not make you a broodmother, now listen up." Mov settled down with an air of authority, looking at each dragon in turn. "This is a tradition, but most importantly it's a fun tradition. I'll have no bad feelings or interruptions from onlookers, y'hear? And you three," she nodded at Saetta, Hyro, and Tyran, "this is your night. You all consented in advance, but of course if you want to stop or want privacy, you have every right at any time."

"I bet Tyran can't get it up and leaves," Hyro snickered to one of his friends. Mov glowered at him, her eyeridges creasing to add more wrinkles to her forehead.

"And Saetta told me about a little more fun between you three," she said, speaking over Hyro. "It's a little competition to see who has the most eggs, right? Right. Well, you'll have to be patient to find out that winner!" Mov smiled at Saetta, who grinned right back. Being gravid had its perks on farm duty - namely, getting to lay about in the sun on hot days. "Now shoo, all of you. Onto the steps. Leave this rotunda floor for the lovebirds." Mov went around wing-batting any dragon who wasn't on the steps until it was just Saetta, Hyro, and Tyran.

Saetta coughed, looking a bit uncertain. "So, uhm..."

"Me first," Hyro said, stepping forward. "Your flowers are cute."

"Corsage." Tyran corrected.

"Whatever," replied Hyro.

Saetta snorted, finding herself as the onlookers seemed to melt away, focusing solely upon her two friends. "I decide that, and I want Tyran first. You can watch, Hyro. Maybe it'll remind you of where everything goes."

"Hah! Hahaha," Hyro laughed, rolling his eyes as he sat back on his haunches. "Fine, I'll wait. Probably won't be for long."

"Ignore him," Tyran muttered, turning his back on Hyro as he walked up to Saetta. "The corsage is beautiful. You look..."

"Naked?"

"Well, that's not what I was going to say." Tyran grinned, nipping at her neck. Saetta shivered at the feel of his sharp teeth scraping lightly against her neck scales. "But it does seem to accent the distinct lack of clothing elsewhere..." His muzzle kissed along her jawline, his tongue licking at her perfumed scales. Saetta purred, turning her snout into him. Tyran stopped when his muzzle reached hers, waiting in askance.

Yes, yes, yes! her heart replied silently as she tilted her muzzle and pushed up into his, their maws connecting for the first time. Her tail swayed behind her, hoping her forwardness hadn't caught Tyran off-guard or made him nervous. She almost pulled back, wanting to be sure, to ask if he was ok- and then she felt his tongue against hers. The dexterous appendage pushed into her maw and wrapped around her own tongue, drawing her into him, pulling them together.

Someone in the crowd whistled and Mov hushed them. Saetta didn't care. She rumbled deep within her chest, letting Tyran direct their kiss.

"Mmmmn," hummed Tyran, giving her tongue one last squeeze before withdrawing so they could both catch their breath. "On your back? I want to look into your eyes..." His voice trailed off, the whispered words just for her ears.

She nodded and she felt a paw on her shoulder, a gentle squeeze before he applied some pressure, indicating for her to roll on her side. Saetta resisted for a moment, knowing the window for words was quickly closing.

"I have to know," Saetta asked.

"Mm?" Tyran thrummed back, clearly nonplussed by the delay.

"You're so shy, how... why now... you're different." She put one of her paws on his chest, massaging his smooth hide. No, he didn't have Hyro's broad muscles connecting to his keel, but he had his own cute attractiveness that had always hid behind his shyness. This was different. The kiss was different.

Tyran blushed and ducked his muzzle, a very Tyran-thing to do that was much like what Saetta had been expecting. "It's you," he said simply.

"Me?"

His brown eyes met hers and he smiled. "You make me feel confident. Good looking. You're always so nice to every dragon. I feel like I can be... myself."

"Oh, Tyran." She dipped her muzzle beneath his and nuzzled upwards, tilting his muzzle up. He pressed back down against her, rumbling happily deep within his chest. She stayed there for a moment, enjoying his warmth before nudging her shoulder against him, causing him to lift his head. Saetta walked past him, slowly, her body touching against his with every step until her tail curled around his neck, lifting upwards, letting the drake get a good, clear view of what was beneath. Saetta grinned as she heard Tyran's sharp intake in breath, followed by a low growl. She looked over her shoulder and smirked at him, her tail dancing out of reach from his bitey maw.

"Still want me on my back?"

Tyran nodded, nostrils flaring, his eyes dancing between meeting her gaze and peering under her tail.

Saetta let her tail droop downwards and settled herself onto her belly, tucking her wings in beside her, before rolling onto her back, exposing herself. She blushed. It was one thing for a drake to get a glimpse under an upturned tail. It was quite another to lay on your back, four paws in the air, with him standing over you.

Tyran ducked his muzzle between Saetta's hind legs, his hot breath wafting against her scales. Saetta whimpered, flicking her tail-tip against one of his hind-legs. Tyran responded by letting his tongue dip down along the side of her meaty tailbase, wetting a drooly streak along her pearl scales. Saetta squeaked! and her tail flinched upwards as his wet tongue lapped right over her tailhole without hesitation, giving her a quick nuzzle before pushing up towards her slit.

Tyran! She couldn't believe Tyran had just- of _all_drakes, had without hesitation licked right over her tailhole and was now... "Oooh," she moaned, her thoughts interrupted by the feel of his tongue pressing into her slit. He lapped at her entrance eagerly, drinking her arousal before pushing inside her. The drake's hot, broad tongue pressed upwards, pressing against her silky walls.

She squirmed, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her slit squeezed around the wriggling appendage, suckling him into her depths. Tyran's tongue pressed methodically in new directions as if testing to see which motions made her squeak the loudest.

"Wow," a deep, male voice said from somewhere behind her in the rotunda.

"Hush," this time from Juneau. Saetta recognized her voice. "Pay attention and maybe you'll learn something."

Saetta giggled and opened her eyes, looking down her belly at the drake currently lapping between her legs. His muzzle bobbed and slurped over her slit, making lewd, squick noises each time he pushed the thick tongue inside her narrow opening. Tyran looked up, his eyes meeting hers right as his tongue flicked over the most sensitive spot at the top of her slit. Saetta squeaked! and her hind toes curled in the air. "Tyran!"

Tyran rumbled happily, his muzzle lifting as he licked his snout. She could see her juices running down his hard nose tip. Was she really that wet already? He stepped forward until his dark green form towered over her, his muzzle leaning down to nuzzle against her cheek. His hips lowered against her, smearing his erection between her hind legs. The underside of his shaft rubbed against her slit, slickening it, each motion a tease as his angle kept his tip from pushing inside of her. Saetta growled into his ear, "This isn't your first time, is it?"

Tyran pulled his muzzle back to grin at her before nipping at her maw, his sharp teeth teasing along her jawline. Saette huffed at his lack of response. She hadn't assumed he was a virgin, but he definitely knew what he was doing. Not that she was complaining - and maybe she could show him something new. Saetta's tail coiled itself around his, yanking on the appendage and dragging his hips backwards, aligning him perfectly with her wet sex. Saetta lifted her hips, wrapping her hind legs around his waist while her forepaws pressed back against his chest, giving her the leverage she needed to push her hips into him.

Tyran growled back, his blunt tip dimpling the soft scales of her entrance. She had only seen his full length briefly in this position, but what she had seen (and felt) so far was quite_nice. His cock was pitch black, not as lengthy as some but definitely girthier. Surprising for such a sleek, cute drake. No knot, just supple curves down his entire length. Their hips met together in a lewd _squelch, neither dragon having the patience for foreplay any longer.

The green drake shivered audibly and hissed with pleasure as he sank half of his length into her. She felt every curve of his hot flesh as it pushed into her, her pussy straining around his girth. Oof! Good thing she was an experienced egg-layer, otherwise, this could've been painful, she thought to herself. As-is she had to forcefully close her eyes and take a big, deep breath to relax her hips and her internal muscles, letting her slit streeetch slowly around his fat cock.

Tyran paused there with half his length inside of her, his cock-tip twitching precum into her as she adjusted. Thankfully he wasn't one of those inconsiderate drakes that didn't know their own size; this definitely wasn't the first slit to need a second to adjust to Tyran's thick shaft.

"Is that okay?" He asked, nuzzling gently against her cheek.

She gave it a few more moments before nodding, the twinge of discomfort from stretching so large quickly replaced with a sensual, pleasurable feeling of full. "Yes. More. Please." Making words seemed harder than Tyran's cock.

Tyran smiled and pushed with his hips, lifting her haunches off the ground. Saetta gasped, her still-coiled tail giving him a tight squeeze. One of his forepaws stayed on the ground while the other slid down along her spine, supporting her weight while groping at her tail base. He started rocking his hips methodically, pushing into her a little more forcefully with each thrust. Every inch back he pushed another two inside of her, completely filling her over-stuffed sex. Just when she thought she couldn't take another inch Tyran let out a guttural "Rrrrrrr" sound, his eyes half-lidded, while his hefty balls plapped against her tailhole.

Saetta huffed, her original assessment proving correct; what Tyran lacked in length he certainly made up for in girth. She wriggled her hips and squeezed around him, engaging her core muscles to coax every inch of him inside of her. Tyran grunted, biting at her shoulder before withdrawing with a lewd splurch, the wet juices of her sex slurping gratuitously around his penis. He paused for only a second before pushing back into her, his hind paws scrabbling against the floor as he sank all of himself into her for a second time with an audible glurp! from her filled slit and_plap_ of his balls_._ Saetta's cheeks burned red at the sounds of their mating but she knew there was nothing for it; better more arousal than less with this thick, handsome dragon!

She gave him another encouraging squeeze and he started humping her in earnest, driving his hips into her. Every thrust rocked her entire draconic body against the ground, causing her to splay her wings out to ease the motion. His girthiness made her knees go weak as he slid into her, over and over, squeezing himself into her tight sex with each thrust, giving her velvety inner muscles the kind of good stretch that made shivers run down your spine. She squirmed and hissed, wrapping her hind legs around him and grinding herself against his cock, encouraging him to thrust harder and faster.

Every quick thrust caused lewd plap, squelch, plap sounds to fill the air as Tyran drilled into her, his thrusts coming quicker and quicker now, the previous rhythm getting lost in short, erratic bursts of snarling energy. She growled right back, that familiar bundle of pressure building within her, radiating outwards from her loins and filling her from snout to vent until she couldn't contain it anymore; her slit squeezed around him, her hind toes curling from pleasure as he satiated that pent up lust she had been carrying for weeks.

Tyran groaned, his knees wobbling as he sank down into her while she squeezed around him, sending the male over the edge. His cock throbbed within her, flinging hot, ropey spurts of seed against her cervix. His tail twitched upwards, dragging hers along with it every time she felt another hot splash of cum inside of her sex. His creamy essence quickly filled every available space within her, completely filling her womb and squelching back out her pussy as he continued orgasming, creating a sticky mess of pearl-on-pearl cum on scale, completely coating her tailhole and drooling down her tailbase.

"Mrrrrrrrrr," Tyran moaned into Saetta's ear as he collapsed atop her, letting his weight push her into the ground with a soft grunt.

"Mmmn," Saetta replied, hugging her limbs around Tyran, enjoying the afterglow with the lovely drake. After a few minutes she nipped at his cheek, reminding him she had another suitor tonight. Tyran didn't seem perturbed by this as he pulled his softening cock out of her, leaving her slightly-gaped slit an oozing mess.

"Huh, well Hyro. Good-fucking-luck," that same male voice from earlier laughed. If they had been talking during their rut Saetta couldn't say; her mind (and slit) had been completely filled with Tyran.

Saetta blinked, finding the blue drake lounging on the first step of the rotunda to her side. His gaze was locked on her well-bred pussy. Pervert, she thought, laughing to herself as she looked around for Hyro.

"No problem," Hyro growled, although from his tone it certainly did sound like he had a problem. Saetta found him standing directly in front of her on all fours, his erection bobbing between his legs.

Saetta shivered and stood up on all fours to face Hyro, putting a big smile on her muzzle. She felt light headed and giddy after sex with Tyran and was eager to let the big Hyro have his turn.

"Oh Hyro," she said, walking up to nuzzle affectionately at his neck. "Thanks for waiting."

"Yeah, well," Hyro huffed. "You wouldn't have wanted anything to do with Tyran if you went with me first."

Saetta quirked an eyeridge at him. "Is that so?"

"Definitely," Hyro said with a grin as he stalked around her. He was a good foot taller at the withers than Tyran, with a chest twice as broad.

"Well, what're you waiting for then?" Saetta hunkered down on her front paws and kept her rump lifted in the air when the red-scaled drake reached her backside. She lifted her tail, feeling a cum-string stretch between her well-bred slit and tail.

She heard a loud huff behind her and the weight of Hyro's muzzle on her flank, biting at her tailbase. She squeaked, raising her tail a bit higher as he nibbled where tail-met-rump.

"O-ooh," Saetta stammered.

"I told you I know what I'm doing," Hyro said with a smirk. He bit down at her tail base, his maw wrapping easily all around the appendage as he tugged it upwards. "Good girl."

She bristled at the human slang, about to tell him off when she felt the weight of his chest on her hips. Well, some of his weight anyways; he was so tall that he could nearly stand atop her and align his male-slit with hers.

Saetta had seen Hyro mating with several females in previous seasons and knew exactly what his cock looked like: mostly black with a mottled pink spot near the middle with an impressive length. But she hadn't known what it had felt like... until now.

Hyro's tapered cock tip pushed right up against her creampied pussy, his initial thrust sinking easily between her folds. Saetta huffed; she had never had another drake so soon after a mating. Tyran's essence provided lube for her and Hyro, creating a sticky mess between their bodies.

"Rrrrgh," Hyro growled into her ear, his front paws moving back to clasp at her hips as he thrusted into her. His cock flared within her, eagerly pushing out his competitor's seed. Saetta squeaked and blushed as a large glop of cum plopped onto the ground between her legs.

"See? Nothing to worry about, little hen." Hyro bit at her neck, his large maw chewing lightly on her scales between boasts. "All that little drake did is lube you up for a _real_dragon." He emphasized the last part with a sharp thrust, his shaft pulsing within her as it bumped up against her cervix.

Saetta huffed but didn't reply. They'd certainly see about that. Honestly, sure his cock was bigger but Tyran had- ooooh. Seatta moaned and hiked her tail higher, her eyes going half-lidded as Hyro started thrusting in earnest, pinning her muzzle to the ground with a single large red paw.

Squick, squelch, splech! His flaring tip caught every nerve ending in her slit as he pulled back, pausing perfectly with just an inch of his penis inside of her before thrusting into her with one powerful motion, completely filling her body with his shaft. Her body squeezed around him every time he bumped lightly against her cervix, her inner muscles massaging his hot flesh in rhythmic pulses.

Hyro growled, his large red form rocking her whole body with each thrust as his hips _slapped_against hers. Saetta's mind drifted, words becoming meaningless and she got lost in the feral rut with a larger male drake. Her body told her this was right and good, and she was in the exact position he was supposed to be. His lack of foreplay or manners didn't matter; all that mattered was his strong form above her thrusting his cock into her slit, fertilizing her waiting eggs.

She didn't have to wait long. Hyro shuddered and grabbed against her hips with his paws, grinding his flaring cock inside of her. Twitch, twitch. She could feel every shudder and spasm of his shaft as it shot rope after rope of hot cum inside her, drenching her inner walls with a second coating of dragon sperm for the evening. She purred softly, focusing on clenching and squeezing in rhythm with his pulses to get every drop from him.

The red drake nipped at her nape before pulling out, leaving a nice love bite on her scales before his cock slurped out of her drooling slit.

"Enjoy your scaley eggs, little hen."

Saetta huffed and flicked her tail against his chest. A shiver of pleasure wriggled along her spine as she flexed her wings, feeling quite satisfied.

"We'll see about that. Thanks, Hyro." She smiled and turned around to give him a nuzzle, which he returned somewhat awkwardly. He wasn't that big of a jerk to refuse a nuzzle from a dragoness he just came in, at least. "And what're you smirking about, cutie?"

She directed that at Tyran, who lounged on the second row of the rotunda, smiling broadly. "Oh, nothing..."

"Mmhm! Well. I think I have a date with a bath. Alone," she said, tail-batting Hyro's snout as he turned to follow her.

~*~*~*~*~

Six months later Saetta curled around her freshly laid eggs, her chest heaving and eyes drooping. Three eggs. A good number. Her last clutches had been two each, although each of those had only been with a single father. She smiled, gazing at them fondly. A dragon could tell the type of hatchling that'd come from an egg. Hide dragons had smaller, softer eggs; scaled dragons were larger, and harder. A dragon's scale color matched the color of the egg, the same pigmentation that caused coloration of hide and scales always made its way into the formation of the eggshell.

Three green scaled eggs sat bundled together. Poor Tyran. She huffed. Perhaps she would choose him, and only him, next season. But if he hadn't managed a single egg... she shook her head. She'd need a proven sire. As cute as Tyran was, next season would be Hyro's too, most likely.

"Tsk tsk, and here I thought that big red knew what he was doing."

Mov bustled around her, cleaning the mucus off of the eggs and offering Saetta a mug of hot tea.

"What do you mean, Mov?" Saetta nosed the closest egg. "These are all Hyro's."

Mov shook her head, clucking her tongue as she thought how to phrase it. "It's complicated. Everyone knows when hide meets scale, scale wins, most of the time. That's why there are so many scaled dragons and so few with hides."

"I know that," Saetta said patiently. "Maybe you didn't know my parents were mixed too. Hide and scale. And Tyran's parents were both hide. So, these are all Hyro's."

"Nope." Mov smiled down at her with a muzzle of infinite patience. "Sure, it's unusual. These are all Tyran's, so I would've expected at least one hide. But it's not unheard of. That doesn't matter. They're green."

"Yes, Mov, my dad had emerald scales. I must have contributed-"

"Nope-nope!"

"Mov-"

"Oh trust me dear I've been around long enough. The fact that you," Mov poked her in the side with her tail, completely ignored the fact Saetta had just layed three eggs, "are white, means your daddy's scales don't mean anything. Now, if one of these beauties was white, well, then we'd have some questions. But they're green. Color over white. Color wins. These are all Tyran's."

"What!" Hyro stomped inside.

"Hyro!" Saetta squawked, folding her wings over herself.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Mov! These are definitely all mine and-"

Tyran's cute head stuck around the corner of the open barn door. Saetta sighed. "Were you both hiding outside, waiting to see who won?"

Tyran had the good graces to blush. "Well..."

Mov ignored all of them. "Honestly, I'm not surprised. That one," she shook her head in Tyran's direction, "has had nearly a quarter of the eggs last season and I'm sure he'll get the same this season."

"What!" roared Hyro, again.

"What!" squeaked Saetta.

"Mmmn, I should probably go," blushed Tyran.

Mov cackled in the only way an elderly dragoness with no cares can. "You knew you'd win, didn't you, you little green brat? Getting every dragoness gravid that you can, always acting so shy, you're quite the little sneak. I like you."

Tyran hummed softly, his cheeks bright red now. "It's not an act..."

"Oh whatever, get out of here you fertile thing before you get me gravid."

"Oh my gosh, Mov."

"Saetta."

Hyro's shoulders slumped. "They're really- all of them- not one of them is mine?"

"Nope, sorry big guy. Good try though." Mov wing-patted him. "Now scoot. This new mother needs her rest."

The big red drake stumbled out of the barn, mumbling to himself. "Can't believe it. Tyran? But he's so..." Hyro gazed over at Tyran, who was walking steadily back towards their crete, his sizable and quite capable balls clearly visible between his legs. There seemed to be a prance in his step. "...modest."