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"Hey, you still have this old thing?"

Winter looked up from his comfortable perch atop the bed, watching Qibli browsing idly through his jewelry box. Though he never thought the SandWing would have been interested in his accoutrements, he supposed that there were few better things to do in his bedroom so late at night. "What old thing?" the IceWing asked, peering at Qibli.

Qibli held up a thick, gaudy necklace, silver links descending down to wrap around a small pouch. "This one," he said, confusion written on his face. "I'm surprised you kept it. It doesn't really fit the whole... fancy IceWing regality that you have going on here."

Winter stared, doing his best to smother his shock with an expression of disinterest. "Yeah," he said as casually as he could. "I kind of figured that after everything with my brother and Pyrite, I should keep it around as a memento. Something to remind me about how dangerous animus magic could be."

But Qibli's gaze cut through his lofty explanation like a claw tearing through a sheepskin. Winter scowled, not even trying to hide it - he knew that the observant SandWing could read his face. The most infurating thing about having that conniving dragon around for the past few days was that he actually... found himself lowering his guard around him all over again. No one else should have been allowed to find that animus-touched necklace, not even his best friend.

Best friend. Mild revulsion stirred in his heart at the phrase alone, but not for the typical reasons. IceWings weren't supposed to keep silly emotions like that - and Winter was a dignified IceWing ex-prince, after all. Or ex-princess... or whatever he was nowadays.

No, the reason why he found himself fighting it down was because of how impossibly insufferable Qibli would be if he even heard those words leave his mouth. Stupid emotions. Stupid SandWing.

The only thing that tore Winter away from his thoughts was the sight of a curious Qibli opening the necklace pouch. "Hey," he protested, jumping down from the bed. "You shouldn't open that. It's delicate! And dangerous. It's part of Darkstalker's scroll, you know!"

"Are you really still afraid of him?" Qibli asked with a chuckle. "Besides, it's just Chameleon's writing. It's harmless now, right?"

"It's not harmless," Winter said, his mane bristling. "What if you got accidentally turned into Pyrite? It's too dangerous. Give it to me. Now."

Qibli looked up at him with uncertainty in his eyes, and Winter thought that he would actually listen for once. But that hope was dashed when the SandWing pulled the tiny piece of parchment out of the pouch and unfurled it. "As long as I don't wear the necklace, it's fine, right?" he asked, scanning the writing. "Unless you're trying to hide something?" Qibli paused for a moment, one long enough for Winter's heart to plummet in his chest. "Oh."

Winter couldn't prevent a horrible blush from sneaking into his cheeks. "What do you mean, 'oh', Qibli?!"

"Well," he said, a horribly wicked grin curling on his muzzle, "I always knew you wanted to be a princess, but taking it this far... abusing animus magic...?"

Winter tried to snatch the necklace back from him, but Qibli was too quick. "No, no," he said, holding it up and away from his grasp. He quickly tucked the scrap of scroll back into the pouch. "This is powerful magic! It should only be kept in responsible claws. Right?"

"Responsible?" Winter snorted. "I'm responsible! You, on the other talon, are the definition of irresponsibility. Give it back."

Qibli gave him a smirk, one that sent a chill down his spine. "Why don't you take it back from me, princess?"

The IceWing stared wide-eyed as Qibli draped the necklace around his neck and clicked the latch shut.

The magic was instant. Qibli stumbled back with a yelp, his golden scales trembling. Winter stared, transfixed as the SandWing's sharp, handsome jawline began to fade, leaving him clawing at his own softening cheeks. His body, too, began to transform from the chest down, as if the magic radiated from where the necklace hung around his neck. His shoulders grew narrower, stern chest rounding out into something far more feminine. Supple softness began to replace the muscles lining his body, winding down his midriff and smoothing out his scales.

"Winter?" asked Qibli. Before the IceWing could even respond, the SandWing reached for his jaw. He must have not expected his voice to become so high-pitched, Winter thought, trying to mentally process how the sound of a female Qibli made him feel.

But he had to shove that aside. His intimate knowledge of how the animus spell worked informed him that Qibli would have an even worse reaction very soon, right when the magic robbed him of his-

Qibli's entire body spasmed. Winter didn't even know how to react when the SandWing let out a tortured sound, something that most resembled a moan and a shriek blended together. He looked down between his legs at his ordinary-looking slit, his taut body language screaming absolute panic. Winter couldn't help but feel a streak of smugness - for all of the times he had called him a princess, Qibli was far closer to one than he was. "What's wrong, Qibli?" he asked, a sneer bubbling upon his muzzle. "Do you want me to take the necklace from you?"

"Ah! N-no," the SandWing said back with a soft, growly huff. "It's okay! I'm okay! I'm..."

Then the animus magic captured the rest of his body, coursing over his slim hindquarters and down his thighs. Winter almost let out a note of disquiet as those golden scales plumped up. They softened immensely, growing thick enough to jiggle whenever Qibli so much as shivered... and he shivered a lot from his sudden transformation. His hips edged outwards, wider and wider, as did his thighs, so much so that Winter was startled into thinking about dragons who were meant to breed. There were none like those in the Ice Kingdom, but he had learned in his past studies that they were common in other kingdoms.

Like the Sand Kingdom, he thought with a gulp as he tried, but failed to tear his eyes away from the new mass that Qibli had acquired. Winter didn't know something like that was even possible! Whenever he put the necklace on, the magic turned him into a regal, beautiful dragon, nothing like the debauched icon that the SandWing turned into. What was it about the magic that made Qibli so... so...

Winter didn't have time to think. Loud panting and huffing filled the room, Qibli's entire body heaving from the exertion. "Win... W-Winter, buddy?" he asked, looking right at him.

"Y-yeah?" A new, profound terror rolled through the IceWing's body. Oh no. He... she's still hot.

"Three moons," Qibli said, opening his maw experimentally. "Is this really my voice now? It's... it's so much higher! Like a girl's."

Even in his shock, Winter had to roll his eyes. "That's kind of the point, Qibli."

"Oh! I had no idea," the SandWing said with a grin. "But... wow, you weren't kidding about what you wrote in there. It really did make me a girl... like, look at this!" She shook his hips back and forth, her face lighting up with delight as she watched her enormous rear wobble back and forth. "Did you write this into the spell as well? That's really dirty of you, Winter."

"I didn't!" Winter said with a furious blush. "No IceWing would dare to be seen with something so... ridiculous! And perverted! IceWings are graceful! Not like you fat-assed SandWings..."

"Excuse you? Fat-assed SandWing? What am I, some sort of breeder dragon?" Qibli gave her butt another wiggle and frowned. "Well, actually..."

That confirmed Winter's suspicions. "Breeder dragon?" he asked carefully. "What do you mean, breeder dragon?"

For the first time, Qibli looked a little abashed. "They're dragons whose job it is to breed with other dragons," he said, scratching behind his head. "Hence the name and all. They help by providing a large clutch if the population isn't faring well. You know, desert dragons and all. "They're not usually picked for their smarts, but more for their..."

Winter stared as the SandWing gestured her hips at him. "Their bodies?"

"Yeah, their bodies. It shouldn't be so surprising, but it's always struck me as a little silly. Almost like in-breeding, you know? If you're not careful about it.

"Right." The IceWing wasn't paying much more attention to Qibli's words as much as her cute, curvy body. If anyone had asked him what he thought about Qibli turning into a girl, he would have said it was hilarious. But now that the SandWing stood before him, in all of her glory, looking every bit as ravishing as a male Qibli...

Winter's mind suffered a slow, tragic collapse, like an iceberg crumbling away. There was no way that he found female Qibli hot. There was no way that he wanted to make out with him... her, he told himself firmly as the blood pounded in his cheeks. Qibli was a she now. There was a nice, juicy slit between her legs now, right? Maybe... maybe he could finally make her scream underneath him, once he filled her with-

"Winter? Hey, Winter. You there, buddy?"

He shook his head. "Y-yeah of course," he said, though he refused to stare at Qibli. Look at the walls, he told himself. Look at the dresser instead, look at the jewelry box - if only Qibli's massive ass wasn't hiding it from plain view.

Winter wasn't prepared for when Qibli began to approach him. "You know," the SandWing said in that new, accursed lilting tone of hers. "You're looking at me a lot. It almost makes me wonder if you find me... attractive?"

"No!" the IceWing yelped as he began to back away from her. "Not at all! I think you're ridiculous! Obscene! What kind of dragon even turns himself into a girl?! Haha!"

"Maybe the kind of dragon who likes to be called a princess," Qibli offered. The comment drew a growl from Winter, but he was more concerned with how he was being cornered against the bed. "Maybe the kind of dragon who's so in love with a certain SandWing that he doesn't care if they're a boy or girl."

Winter found himself trembling, but he didn't know why. "Preposterous," he hissed. "I am not 'in love' with you!"

He breathed a sigh of relief when Qibli backed away, but it was short-lived. The SandWing turned around to give Winter a full view of her butt, the glimmering scales jiggling right before his face. Qibli rolled his hips back and forth, the melon-sized cheeks quaking hard enough to make Winter stammer. "Really, princess?" Qibli asked. "Are you sure you're not in love with at least part of me?"

"I... you..."

Then Qibli let out a loud, passionate moan, a claw-curling sound that nearly got him hard alone. "Imagine plowing your very own SandWing breeder," she purred, and even though Winter could hear the mirth in his voice, it only made him undeniably hornier. "Wouldn't you like to know how it feels between my massive butt? My giant clappers? My-"

A growl of utter frustration rose from Winter's throat. He jumped up on the bed, his mane bristling as Qibli gave chase and jumped up after him. She had grown heavier, Winter noticed, heavy enough that the bed creaked under the weight of her body... or the weight of her butt alone. Even now, Winter couldn't help but stare, Qibli's words inspiring new desire in him. "I have no need to feel it," he said with a scowl, "but I wouldn't mind... observing it."

"Observe?" asked Qibli. "Well, I can tell you how it feels, at least." Winter tried to force himself to look away, but the sight of her pillows swaying back and forth arrested him. "It's reeeeaaaaaaaally hot," said Qibli in a tone that aroused Winter as much as it confused him. "What do you think of my ass-ets?"

The IceWing said nothing, his mouth dry as he stared at the wetness before him. Even though he couldn't see Qibli's slit from between those massive cheeks, the SandWing's thighs were soaked with a bright, glistening sheen, rivulets of girlcum flowing down around his knees and soaking into the bed. The smell was unmistakable to Winter - this was a dragon who needed to breed.

"It looks ridiculous," Winter said with a huff, trying to ignore how his own arousal poked from between his slit. "I can't believe the necklace turned you into something so graceless."

"Graceless! Well, maybe I can change your mind," said the SandWing with a disgruntled tut. Winter found himself edging backwards on the bed as Qibli thrust her butt at him. It was so hypnotizing to watch it jiggle about, but the IceWing steeled his resolve... until he felt his back press against the headrest. "Just stay still, Winter."

The IceWing watched, petrified as that hefty rear approached him closer. It seemed to defy reality, each cheek the size of his head as their warm scales brushed against his muzzle. He could feel warm, gooey seed dripping onto his chest - Qibli wasn't just wet, Winter realized with horror, she was absolutely soaking, and the scent of her heat alone nearly broke him.

But he had his IceWing pride to defend... even as Qibli continued to back up into him, her butt swallowing up his muzzle with ease. She was soft and squishy, but tight enough that Winter couldn't even protest without anything but muffled anger.

"What was that?" Qibli asked, a new note of need in his voice. "I couldn't hear you, Winter. Could you say it again?"

He would have tried, had Qibli not shoved herself harder into his face. The last thing Winter saw was a field of soft, golden scales before it smothered his face, squishing around his cheeks and drowning him in dragon ass so soft he couldn't believe it even existed. Winter fought back with his claws, pressing them into Qibli's quaking assflesh, but it was a futile effort - the SandWing was so endowed that his talons practically disappeared into his heft.

Then Qibli began to hump in earnest, her massive rear bouncing up and down right into Winter's face. Her cheeks were so broad, so magnificently hefty that they swallowed his head entirely, their weight slamming down against the IceWing's shoulders and hammering him down into the bed. Winter couldn't even resist the SandWing's weight, finding himself slipping down lower and lower onto the bed... and closer and closer to the source of that scent that made him so undeniably horny.

The only problem was that he couldn't breathe. As Winter found himself laying completely flat on the bed, he tried to draw breath, but Qibli's fat butt was so dense that he found himself clawing up and slapping at the SandWing's thick thighs for air. At first, there was no response, and the IceWing thought that he was going to literally drown in Qibli's ass... but after a few more heavy pounds, Qibli drew herself up and allowed Winter the desperate breath that he needed. "Winter?" Qibli asked, her brows furrowed with concern. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yes," he said with a long, weathered breath. "No thanks to you or your stupidly big butt, of course."

"Hmm." Qibli shook it again. Winter watched as more girlcum rained down on his slickened chest. "I can be gentler if you want."

Winter stared at all of Qibli again, watching that colossal rear jiggle even with the faintest of motion. "That would be good," he said finally, breathing out a puff of frost. "I'm only doing this because you want to know what it's like to be a girl. Don't get any mistakes."

"I'm honored, Princess Winter!" said Qibli. "But I forgot - who asked?"

Winter glowered at him, but Qibli was already lowering his hips again. The most he could do was let out a growl before being smothered again, though this time, Qibli's thighs surrounded his head as he was introduced to the drippiest slit he had ever seen. His entire brain turned off, body shivering as girlcum rained down on his snout. Eager for a taste, Winter opened his muzzle, letting his tongue snake up to her tight, juicy slit and give it a delicate lick.

He didn't know how to feel when Qibli let out a moan of her own, her thick body quaking above him. "Ah! Winter," moaned the SandWing. "That's really cold..."

Qibli sounded shocked for once, and Winter definitely wasn't going to let the opportunity to completely humiliate her slip away. He reached up again with his tongue, drawing a lick around the entirety of her slit, and was rewarded with a small shower of girlcum and an even louder, heavier moan. "Do you like it?" asked Winter after pulling back. "I couldn't tell."

"Y-yes," Qibli said back, her voice shuddering. "I need... I need more!"

"More? Such a greedy SandWing," said Winter with a tut. "If you want more, you're going to have to beg for it, Qibli."

He heard a huff from the dragon above him, and couldn't help but smirk. For once, Qibli was the desperate one here! Winter licked right between the folds of his friend's juicy slit again, even daring to prod inside with just a tiny bit of his tongue. Surely, with that much more encouragement, she'd...

That proved to be Winter's last mistake. He let out a yelp as he saw Qibli's thighs come down, his face instantly buried in SandWing ass. He could feel her crotch kiss wetly against his muzzle, grinding up against it as Qibli began to moan with unabashed need. "C'mon, Winter," she cooed in a voice both scared and aroused him. "You're not gonna help a SandWing girl in heat? Maybe I have to teach you some proper manners, then..."

Winter then realized that he couldn't breathe. He slapped at Qibli's sides again, but this time, the SandWing failed to relent. "Hmm? What's that? Air? Maybe if you service me, you can have some air."

The IceWing wanted to drag his claws down Qibli's effeminate face, but he was unfortunately stuck underneath her gushing slit instead. Feeling his valuable breath running out once more, Winter acquiesced with a roll of his eyes, and began to bump his muzzle up against Qibli's crotch. He was as unsubtle as Qibli's enormity, smooching and licking as much as he could against her vent. "Ah! Winter! Mmph!" he heard her moan aloud. "God, you're such a good kisser! More! Nngh!" Qibli's hips began to smush against his face, hard enough that Winter could feel her slit begin to spread against his muzzle. The soft folds ground back and forth upon him, dumping a fresh load of girlcum right into his agape maw. "Deeper, Winter! Deeper!"

Winter hadn't even seriously tongued her yet. Realizing that he would expire underneath Qibli unless he could breathe, he struggled to tilted his head to the side just enough to sneak in a breath. It felt like the freshest spring air invigorating his lungs, and gave Winter enough strength to turn back and attend to his friend's neediness. He nuzzled up against her crotch again, tracing around her wet slit before it worked its way slowly into her.

He had thought that Qibli was sensitive before, but even just pushing his tongue one talon deep into her was enough to make her moan louder than he had ever heard her before. His long tongue inched its way at a glacial pace, wriggling around and lapping up and down her insides long enough to draw another shudder and another smattering of girlcum before continuing.

If he could chuckle, he would have. Who knew that Qibli was such an easy lay after all? Especially after he had been the butt of her advances the entire week, all it took was one cool IceWing tongue to absolutely melt him silly. Maybe he would make her wear the necklace forever, he thought with a sadistic grin. That would make so much easier to put that infernal SandWing in hjer place.

But he got too far ahead of himself. Winter's entire body seized when he felt a warm, wet muzzle drape itself atop his length. Winter had been so obsessed with exploring Qibli that he forgot about his own sensitive neediness. The feeling of Qibli moaning around his dick stunned him into silence as he neglected to even pound his tongue deeper into her slit.

As Qibli began to choke herself more and more upon his thick cock, Winter realized how badly he wanted to stick more than just his tongue inside of her. He pounded her sides again, hoping to convince her to get up, but it was hopeless; she simply responded by grinding her hips harder against his face instead. She pressed so heavily against his muzzle that it felt like even more of his muzzle was slipping into her... something that Winter took full advantage of, nuzzling around not just against, but inside of her.

"Ah, Winter!" Qibli moaned atop him, practically slamming her hips down against his muzzle. "Moons, you feel so good! Deeper!"

Winter loathed the fact that he allowed even the moans of the SandWing to turn him on, but if he could bring Qibli down to her knees with just a single lick... it was a concession he was willing to make. Winter snuck in another hurried breath before pushing harder into her tight slit, wriggling his chilled, serpentine tongue between the warmth surrounding it. When Qibli had him pinned that tightly, to the point where he could nuzzle inside of her, all the IceWing could do was hold his breath.

It took everything he had to keep from gasping from how the SandWing slurped at his length, her wet muzzle slowly edging its way down to his girthy knot. He didn't know why, but getting blown by Qibli felt far better than before - maybe it was the transformation, he thought dimly, his hips thrusting up into Qibli's juicy maw. Maybe it was because he was hornier, especially with the dragon slit leaking all over his face, or the gigantic butt smothering whatever her vent could not. He couldn't ignore how its plushness smothered his entire head, jiggling constantly from how his friend moaned and shivered from every decadent lick.

He hated that something as lewd as a massive dragon ass could convince him into debauchery, but Winter couldn't resist any longer. His forearms worked their way from under Qibli's bulk, pawing up her dense thighs until they found the curves of her immenseness. The IceWing marveled at how thick and pliable they were, grabbing entire clawfuls of it, and imagined how they would feel surrounding his IceWing pride.

But Qibli seemed to get more out of it than him. Winter let out a huff as the SandWing withdrew from his cock with a messy slurp, her mouth free to sing a long, tortured moan, but nothing told him that she liked it quite much like her slit widened over even more of his muzzle. "Winter?!" she exclaimed, the entire weight of her rear quivering in his claws. "Mmph, Winter, you gotta do that again..."

He was more than happy to force his friend into more uncontrollable moaning, groping as much massive SandWing ass as he could in his claws. He squished it, cupped it, slapped hard against those jiggling scales, and no matter how rough he got with Qibli, the dragon atop him only got louder and louder. "Ah... ah... W-Winter, buddy..." Qibli crooned. Her hips began to grind excitedly back and forth upon his muzzle, clenching tight enough that Winter knew what was coming next.

Qibli broke with a crescendo, wailing loudly enough that Winter was sure anyone outside could have heard them. But he had more important things to contend with, like the wave of girlcum spilling from her vent. Her walls milked his tongue, squeezing it over and over as if it could offer her the seed her body so desperately needed, but all the IceWing could do was jam himself furiously in and out of her snatch. The feeling of her slit pressed around his muzzle just as tight, leaving him literally breathless.

Winter couldn't have gotten any harder, his hips thrusting up in a bid for Qibli's attention, but the SandWing was too busy grinding him down into the sheets. She was far too heavy for him to push off, his snout far too jammed inside her vent for him to do anything but drown inside of her pussy juices. As his throbbing length slung precum in gooey strings, the IceWing found himself grasping at Qibli's cheeks again. His claws sank so hard into her rear that he thought that he could draw blood, but instead, her assflesh filled the gap and completely swallowed his talons. There was no way that he could resist a dragon like this... even if it was Qibli.

The grinding slowed in time with the SandWing's pants, her thighs trembling around Winter's head as her orgasm petered away. The IceWing took in a giant breath when Qibli lifted herself off of his face, nearly choking on the whole cup of girlcum that splattered against his face. He wiped his face and sat himself up against the headboard, feeling the sheets squelch under him. "Qibli," he growled, wiping his face clean. "Do you know how much we're going to have to clean because of your-"

He wasn't expecting to see that giant SandWing ass before him again, wiggling just as expectantly as before. This time, though, it didn't threaten to smother him into submission again. He could see his friend looking back at him, utter desire written across her... her soft, cute muzzle. "Winter," she gasped, her breath coming out in long, husky huffs. "I need you."

Winter felt a shiver roll up his back, even though those three words made him stiffer than diamonds. "Q-Qibli? So soon? Is this some kind of joke?"

"I don't know," he said, frowning. "I don't... nngh, I can't even think. I just feel so... so hot, and horny. Moons..."

What happened to his wit? His charm? How suddenly Qibli had turned into a female in heat scared Winter, but he had to admit that his body needed her as much as she needed him. Even staring at how long, shimmering strings of juices streamed down between her legs got him so excited that he almost lost his propriety. "The charm wasn't supposed to make you dumber," he said in a valiant attempt to ignore his throbbing stiffness. "I mean, it would be difficult for you to be dumber, but-"

"Winter!" Just the call of his name was enough to make him squirm. "Your dick, inside me. Now."

Oh.

Winter had an idea, one that somehow battled its way to the front of his enfeebled mind. He got up on all fours and approached the juicy dragon with a smirk, running his claws over her generous curves before giving her a hard slap. "Do SandWing sluts talk to their masters like that?" he growled, relishing the pained moan rising up before him.

"W-Winter?" his friend stammered. "Buddy, it's- w-what happened to- nnnff!"

Then the IceWing reared up on his hind legs, pushing himself forward enough to sink his length between her cheeks. His soaking-wet cock painted her wet with a juicy squelch, only its tip poking back up out from the mounds. Winter did his best not to melt from the feeling, clasping her rear tight as they enveloped every one of his ridges with their plush warmth. It was enough to cause the IceWing to spurt a rope of preseed all over on Qibli's back, a messy mark he dearly hoped she would remember for the rest of time.

He fell back down on all fours, pressing down against Qibli's back with his own body. "What do you mean, SandWing?" he asked, dipping his head next to her ear. Even something as small as a lick drew a quiver from the warm dragon. "You're in n-no position to make demands. If you want me so badly..."

"Winter, please," she huffed back, grinding her cheeks against his hips. "I'm not even kidding anymore! If you don't put it in me, I'm going to..."

"You're going to what?" Winter cooed, giving her ear a small nibble. "Cum just from thinking about IceWing cock? Oh, you're going to regret teasing me." He gave her cheeks a hard thrust, growling as he gripped her shoulders tight. "I want to hear you beg for it, Qibli, like all those times you made me beg for you."

He couldn't stop himself from grinning when the SandWing looked back, a look of half-lust, half-terror streaked across his face. "Wasn't it enough when I asked you to s-stuff me?"

"Oh?" Winter reached back to give her another hard slap, relishing how much his claws sank into her assflesh. "You want an IceWing to stuff you? You breeder SandWings don't care where your cock comes from, don't you? What a slut."

Qibli squirmed, but not for the reasons Winter hoped for. "Not just any IceWing... I want to feel an IceWing prince inside of me!" she exclaimed. "Prince Winter! Pump me full with your royal seed!"

He let out a grunt of concern, staring down at his transformed friend. He nearly even backed out, but Qibli's tail rose up and around his waist. It snagged him tight, pulling him deeper against her. It was one thing to lord his new power over her, but this was... "Wait, whoa, Qibli," he asked, new awkwardness washing over him. "What are you-"

"Fuck me until I can't even walk!" she sang. The IceWing could feel something splatter onto his hind claws, and the smell of fresh girlseed bludgeoned his sense of smell. "I want to have your eggs, Winter! Breed me silly!"

He looked down at her, expecting to see a joking spark in his golden eyes... but all he saw was unadulterated lust, drool hanging from the SandWing's muzzle as she hopelessly humped against his IceWing pride. "F-fine," he growled, pulling his hips away from Qibli's. He reached down to line his dick up to where he thought her pussy would be, though she had so much ass that he could only guess. "If you want to be bred by IceWing royalty, then..."

Winter knew that he should have treated Qibli more gently, but her words inspired fire in his loins. He slammed himself hard against her, muzzle agape in a soundless scream as he felt his length completely slip in her vent, save for the knot. His pre-soaked scales plapped against the bountiful plumpness of her butt as he tried his best not to instantly cum inside of her, his energy released in a tremendous roar.

Qibli accompanied his triumph with a loud squeal, her body trembling under his own. Though Winter had done a good job loosening her up, the SandWing still felt wonderfully snug around his cock, juicing every last drop of precum he had to offer out. "F-fuck, Qibli," he huffed, wrapping his arms around her chest. "Moons, you feel so good..."

"Ah! Winter," she cooed back, nuzzling up against his muzzle. "So big! Is that your knot inside me?"

He had to let out a snort. "Not even close," he hissed back. "Work for it, you pathetic SandWing."

And so Qibli did. The tightness of her vent pressed against his girth, not even able to slip around it at all. Winter drew his cock back out, the ridges slipping from tight, warm heaven into the soft slickness of her cheeks before he slammed them back in. The IceWing hugged her tight as he began rut her, driven by some horrible concoction of instinct and revenge. He needed to remind her just who was in control, and there was no better way to do that than to fuck her brains out.

Louds pops and squelches filled the room as Qibli's tight vent accepted Winter's girth over and over again. As Winter began to use her as his own personal breeding mount, he had concentrated on keeping himself from cumming inside of her too early. "H-how does it feel?" he huffed, biting at her ear. "To be the one fucked silly for a change?"

"A-ah..." The rest of the words came out so slurred that he couldn't understand them at all. Winter curled his toes from how warmly she squeezed around him, a fresh splash of femcum coating his thighs. "Harder! Pound me harder!" Qibli yelped finally, as if those were the only words she knew.

"Shut up! Y-you don't get to tell me what to do!" Winter growled back. He kept humping away, trying his best to shrug off the sudden feelings clouding his mind. Had Qibli said something like that any other day, Winter would have scoffed, but hearing his friend say that just... broke him. That, and the horniest moans he'd ever heard spill from her muzzle, only made him rut harder into the SandWing. He was only fucking Qibli because he was putting her in her place! Not because she wanted him to!

Qibli's taken it too far, he told himself as he felt his knot slipping halfway into the SandWing's slit. How dare this lowly SandWing breeder talk back to IceWing royalty like himself?! Who did she think she was, smothering his face and forcing him to lick her silly? How dare she demand him to breed her harder?! She needs to be put into her place!

He lowered his head next to Qibli's ear, letting out a ferocious growl before giving it a hard nip. "Ack! W-Winter!" she yelped. "What are you-"

The IceWing opened his muzzle wide and bit down on her neck.

Winter didn't know what possessed him. At first, before realization caught up to him, he stared wide-eyed down at his victim... but somehow, pinning the massive SandWing slut underneath him felt right. His thrusts continued to roll into the SandWing, who had only began to moan louder once pressed so thoroughly underneath the IceWing. This is where she belongs, Winter thought with a fierce rumble, squeezing his jaw harder against her neck. It was hardly enough force to draw blood, but there was no way she didn't know who was in charge now.

It was as if he had turned Qibli's brain off. She didn't even try to fight back, even with the weight of her hips. She was little more than Winter's fucktoy now, a warm, living cocksleeve that only moaned every time he plunged himself deep into her. It was so warm and wet inside of her, a debauched blend of SandWing girlcum and IceWing pre splattering from between her legs every time he drew his dragonhood out of her and every time he speared into her with it.

There was so much lube that he was able to pop his knot into her vent with one stern thrust. "O-oh, moons..." Qibli breathed, her walls massaging him snugly. "Is that...?"

Winter shuddered as he pulled his knot out with a juicy pop. Then out spilled the rest of his cock, though Qibli's ass was so thick that he left its stiffness nestled in their cleavage, with only the tip grazing against the plumpness of her vent. A deluge of fluids flowed out of her, enough that the IceWing had to check if he had accidentally orgasmed already... but the eternal pressure in his loins suggested that this there was such much more to do.

He let her neck go, only freeing his mouth to speak: "Tell me you want it."

"Moons, yes," Winter prodded her slit with his drooling tip. "Please, m-moons, knot me, Winter. Buddy, I'm not even joking, I just-"

There were no more words. Winter sank his teeth around her neck, drawing a terrified squeak right before he shoved every last ridge of his girth - even the knot - into her hungry vent. His arms wrapped tight around her shuddering chest as he thrust into her with every muscle in his body, spreading Qibli's folds wide as his knot popped in and out of her over and over again. It was already divine to feel her wrapped tight around his cock, but to hear her squeal, to feel her squirm every time he pushed his knot into her... that was its own reward.

It was too much for him. Winter's snarls grew fast and hurried, as did his thrusts, his iron discipline failing at last. It was impossible to know if Qibli knew, but she didn't deserve any notice - her job was to just take his royal seed like a good little SandWing bitch. But her body seemed to react to his excitement all the same. He could feel her pulsing hard around his dick, softness milking him for everything he could give, and tugging him in so deep into her that her ass pancaked against his thighs.

With one last powerful thrust, the IceWing plunged his knot deep into her vent... and this time, he didn't pull it out. It wasn't by choice; Winter tugged back, but it had swollen so thick with the promise of orgasm that he was stuck inside of her. And even if he hadn't been so big, Qibli gripped at his endowment so tightly that it would have been just as impossible.

Winter was the first to go. His claws curled tight into Qibli's supple scales as he let out a deafening roar, his dick bulging against the tightness of her contracting folds. An hour of pent-up frustration spilled deep inside the moaning SandWing, and only a moment later, her cries joined his own as they both trembled in fierce orgasm. The IceWing could feel her milking every one of his ridges, drawing out cumshot after icy cumshot into her depths. They accepted his healthy donations, as if they were made for him to plug full.

But he was pent-up, far more so than any dragon reasonably should have been. Winter hadn't even lasted halfway through his orgasm before the dragon underneath him let out an unsteady groan. "It's t-too much!" said Qibli, her words fitting between two horribly desperate moans. "Winter!"

She wasn't wrong. There was far too much for Qibli to contain within herself, no thanks to her generous leakage and Winter's voluminous cumshots. He could feel the pressure mounting, cum oozing between the precious little space between his ridges and her tight folds and pressing hard against his knot. Little white, thick rivulets began to leak from between her vent, dripping between her thighs and soaking into the bed.

A streak of ire filled cut through the orgasmic bliss clouding Winter's mind. How dare a SandWing breeder even waste a drop of royal IceWing seed! His jaws clamped down on Qibli's neck again, silencing her complaint as he rammed his knot deeper into her vent. Even more fluids gushed out with a juicy squelch, painting their legs wet with warmth. "Hrrgh... n-not a drop..." he growled, sinking his teeth deeper into her scales.

So there they remained, locked in ecstasy with each other. Winter had filled Qibli so full that he could feel her vent widen around his knot, leaking another load of dragon cream with every cumshot he flooded her with. The bed underneath them was so thoroughly soaked in their sex that the room reeked of it, a scent that left Winter dazed and horny even after he felt himself finally begin to empty. He hadn't even noticed that Qibli had long since rode out her own orgasm - the only clue was that her folds weren't spasming around his softening length any longer.

Even then, he could feel himself continue to fill her, dimly wondering if he could have painted her scales completely white with his orgasm. The IceWing reached down to rub at her belly, surprised and delighted to find it softer than before. Did the necklace make her thicker there, too? Or did he really plug her so full of...

The thought alone could have gotten Winter stiff again, had he not just unloaded the biggest nut of his life inside of her. Though it seemed like every time with Qibli was the best sex of his life, they always managed to find another way to make it hotter, more debauched, more ridiculous...

He released her neck at last, and tried to rise up. But he found his body exhausted from the orgasm, and allowed himself to collapse atop the bigger SandWing. Even his weight was too much for Qibli, though; her legs gave way at long last, and both of them bounced as they fell onto the bed. "Moons," he breathed, clutching her sides.

"Moon, buddy," the golden dragon said softly. Even after what they had just done, the sound of her lighter, airier voice made Winter feel something horribly warm inside of him chest. "Buddy, what... what just happened? What... did we just...?"

Winter nibbled softly at one of her ears, drawing a cute eep from the SandWing. "What do you mean?" he asked, trying and failing to give his voice its customary edge. "We just had sex."

Qibli looked up at him, and he found himself falling for her stupidly cute face all over again. The feeling of her body squirming around his knotted length didn't help, and Winter found himself looking down and away from her. "Well, obviously," she said, her voice regaining its steadiness. "But I mean, wow. You were... so dominant! Is that an IceWing thing, or a Winter thing? I never thought I could be railed so hard by an IceWing stud-"

"Enough!" said the blushing dragon, glaring at how the SandWing broke down in giggles. Qibli didn't need to know that even hearing those few stupid words made his cock lurch with excitement. "After all of the horrible torture you've subjected me to this week, you needed to be put in your place. How dare you try to suffocate me!"

"You know, if you react like that every time you're suffocated, I think I should just do it more often," said the SandWing, flicking her tail at him. "Wouldn't you agree? Your dick certainly thinks so."

Winter cursed the way his cock throbbed within her folds. With an almighty groan, he finally pulled himself away, shivering as Qibli's vent grasped tightly at his oversensitive knot. It took several tries before he freed himself... but as if he were pulling a sword from a stone, he finally released it with a loud pop. Then came a decadent splash, as if someone had spilled a whole bucket of water; a deluge of IceWing seed poured from between her massive thighs, soaking through the blankets and ensuring that they could never be used again. Qibli let out a relaxed sigh, wiggling herself back and forth as Winter's mess drained from her depths, and the IceWing willed himself not to get hard again just at the sight.

Winter sat himself down in the mess underneath him, too exhausted to care about how it squelched against his scales. Everything in his body wanted to settle down, so much so that he failed to pay attention to what Qibli was doing. He watched hazily as the SandWing turned around, her scales deflating and tightening as she slipped the necklace off of her neck. "I'm surprised you didn't tell me about this thing earlier," he said with a chuckle. "Especially right after you told me that you liked being called a princess."

"Well, everything went by so fast!" Winter protested. "I didn't have the chance."

Qibli let out a hum. "Of course, of course. Not that you didn't enjoy being called a princess while you were a guy. Or being fucked like a princess... while you were a guy."

"Ugh."

"But hey! Look on the bright side," said Qibli far too happily for Winter's liking. His friend was suddenly in his face, the necklace dangerously unclasped in between his claws... but after all of that exertion, the IceWing's arms were like lead, and he couldn't even move an inch before Qibli draped the delicate necklace around his neck with a harsh click. "With this animus magic, I can fuck you like the princess you are. Isn't that something, buddy?"

Winter let out a grunt of alarm. He could feel the changes already flowing through his body - the thickening of his hips, the softening of his cheeks - but most importantly, the impossible force of heat surging through his veins. "Qibli!" he yelped, despairing at how his voice already grew an octave higher. "Qibli, no, no, you can't...!"

But all it took to silence his protest was the SandWing pushing his head down into the sheets with a single claw. Winter stared up at the lengthy onyx cock slipping out from Qibli's slit, drooling shimmering pearls of preseed into the mess already laying on the bed. Just the sight alone left him horny once more, his new vent already soaking his thighs in girlcum.

"Oh, Winter," she heard him coo. "I've always wanted to breed a certain IceWing princess, you know. And I know you've always wanted to be bred as an IceWing princess. Surely we can come to some agreement... right?"

The dragoness so badly wanted to run away, but the sight of Qibli's dragonhood transfixed her. All Princess Winter could do was open her mouth wide, the last vestiges of regret slipping from her mind like the enormous SandWing cock sliding into her muzzle.

"Mmph, good girl. Let's see how much that cute maw of yours can stretch..."