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Prologue

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"Rawr, rawr rawr! Rawr! Raaaawr! Rawr rawr rawr! RAWR! Rawr!...rurr~"

-A random dragon.

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The Dragon Kingdom is a vast and diverse society made up of various dragon species, each with its unique traits and abilities. The kingdom is ruled by a council of elders, one from each of the main dragon species. This council is responsible for making decisions that affect the kingdom as a whole.

The different sections of the kingdom are divided based on the dominant dragon species in that area.

In the mountainous regions where the majority of dragons are of the earth dragon species. In this area, the terrain would be rugged, and the dragons would have built homes and structures that are optimized for their abilities, such as tunnels and caves that are connected to underground trade routes where different dragons mingle.

Large bodies of water are dominated by sea dragons where the dragons have constructed underwater cities, and the society thrives on a vast network of trade and commerce that leads to different areas of the kingdom since water is a crucial element for all life.

The forests are home to the elusive forest dragons, their scales are adapted to blend well with any surroundings and are perfect hunters. Their skills are compared with no one as they are one with nature.

And those are just one of the many dragons that live in the free land.

Meanwhile, the governmental organization of said kingdom is a bit complex. The Dragon Kingdom has a complex hierarchy, with the most powerful dragons at the top. The council of elders is made up of the most respected and accomplished dragons in the kingdom. They are responsible for maintaining order and ensuring that the various dragon species coexist peacefully.

However, despite the council's efforts, there are always tensions between the different dragon species. Some species may feel that they are superior to others and demand greater power and influence. This can lead to conflict and instability within the kingdom.

Society is advanced in many ways, with dragons having developed their own form of technology and magic that enables them to communicate over long distances and travel great distances quickly. They have also developed a system of education, and many dragons are highly skilled in various trades and professions.

However, there are also challenges and threats that society must face. Some dragon species are more aggressive than others, and there are a few, if not, many dragons who are a bit supremacists, which are exiled to the Bad Lands.

And such dragons have been thriving in the dark and gloomy place, where plants, creatures, and terrifying monsters thrive. None have returned from that dreadful place, and it has been so for quite a millennium.

However, rumors have it that those dragons that have been exiled are coupling, expanding, and somewhat thriving in the corrupted lands. And they may be waiting for their perfect chance to lay waste on the peaceful kingdom of Draconia.

But, those are just rumors, right?

Or are they...?

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*drip, drip, drip*

The bucket that Derg is holding sways from side to side, the container barely holding the water in it as the white dragon carelessly carries the bucket full of water to the village garden.

*drip, drip, drip*

With each step the dragon takes, a few milliliters of water get out of the bucket as he finally arrives at his destination. Putting down the bucket with a thud, the small dragon joyfully lets out a sigh as he scans the field with a sunny smile.

"Oh! Good morning Derg!" A voice comes from behind him as Derg turns around, seeing a familiar dragon getting closer to him.

The dragon in question is gray with a white underbelly. His smooth gray skin reflects the rays of the morning sun as the dragon's purple eyes survey the area, tipping his hat at Derg in the process while carefully balancing a sturdy long stick in his back where four pairs of the bucket on each side hangs.

His slightly deformed ears sway with each step he takes as Derg immediately comes to his side, helping the dragon who appreciates the extra pair of claws.

"Good mornin' Kukri!" The young dragon says cheerily before taking another look at their surroundings. "What're you doing here? I thought you'll be up a bit later." He asks curiously, carefully balancing two buckets on his back as Kukri gives the joyful dragon a smile.

"I got an early start today," he replies proudly. Turning his head sideways, he looks at the younger dragon with mischievous eyes. "You know what they say about dragons waking earlier than others?"

Derg chuckles as the older dragon tilts his head inquisitively, making sure not to spill any more water on himself.

"They don't wake until noon or so," the dragon adds teasingly. "So if ya want a good harvest this day, we should get going." With those words, the dragon walks towards the fields, with Derg catching up to him.

As soon as both are walking together along the path between rows of vegetables, one can see how much work has been done since yesterday; all thanks to the hardworking dragon now known simply as 'Kukri'. As far as anyone knows, there hasn't ever existed such a skilled farmer like the old dragon - even though many have tried over time but none could match his skills.

Putting down the buckets on the ground carefully, the two dragons than go to their respective fields. The two of them carefully choose which vegetables to harvest for today's perfect morning.

*sniff, sniff.*

Kukri sniffs one of the larger-than-average vegetables that he planted a few weeks ago, touching it, groping it, caressing it with his claws as Derg did the same. After a moment of inspecting its shape and size, he nods approvingly as the other dragon smiles happily.

"It seems ready for harvesting," Kukri tells him excitedly. Then turning his attention away from the vegetable, he sees something else growing nearby. Pointing into the distance, he points at some plants near the edge of the forest.

"Hey Derg, check these ones too...they seem ripe enough..."

Taking off running after hearing the request, Derg quickly reaches where Kukri pointed at first sight. Looking closely, he finds three large green leaves sticking out of the soil next to several smaller plantlets. Careful picking through dirt, Derg picks one root crop gently without disturbing anything else besides removing a piece of rock to the side.

"Ohhh! The potatoes are ready for harvest!" Derg shouts with glee. "If there are plenty, we might be having mash potatoes for breakfast!" Both dragons chuckle heartedly when thinking of having delicious food in the morning.

"But only if the hunters have a successful hunt this early in the morning. " Kukri says as Derg remembers something about yesterday's hunt.

While strolling through the village yesterday, humbly offering help to any dragon in need and in "need", Derg heard rumors of something strange occurring in the hunting groups. He tries to ignore it, but since he cannot fight his curious instinct, he tends to butt in to hear further details whenever possible.

After being told stories that some of the members of the hunting group managed to hunt down larger than average creatures, normally, this wouldn't faze the small dragon since larger creatures meant more food.

However, the hunting groups have been hunting down these strange creatures almost every day, to the point where the village is now in a surplus of meat.

As good as it sounds, this seems strange to Derg since only a few creatures of those sizes can only be hunted. But for them to hunt down creatures every day is not normal.

There is even one time when a dragon who is in charge of raising livestock returns with a larger than average cattle, which by the way, threw the entire village into a loop as they cannot believe that the cow in question is, by no means by necessary, half the size of a full adult dragon.

When compared to other cattle, they are nothing. When the village chief questions the farmer, he only says that he saw one grazing in the fields. No one questions the dragon in charge since larger livestock means more food.

And that dragon farmer in question is none other than his friend, Kukri.

"Hey, umm... Kukri." Asks Derg as he picks the last of the vegetables. "Have ye seen any unusual things happen recently?" While carrying five baskets filled with harvested produce, Derg moves slowly toward Kukri's direction. It was clear upon looking at the sky above that most of the people will be up and will be on their way to the bazaar, so they need to get a move on unless they will be in deep trouble.

"No, not really. Why'd you ask?" The gray dragon grabs the basket full of different greens and loaded them into a cart nearby, with Derg doing the same.

Turning his gaze to the surrounding scenery, Derg thinks deeply for a minute. Finally deciding against telling the truth.

"Nevermind... I guess I'm just feeling a bit drowsy that's all."

That answer seemed to satisfy the older dragon, although he still doesn't understand why Derg asked. "Well, you better freshen up then. Don't wanna get yelled at by Charr. That blacksmith is your next destination right?" The farmer dragon grabs what looks like a small satchel, inside are a couple of gems, a type of currency in the dragon kingdom, and Derg's payment for helping him with the harvest which the white dragon gladly accepts and puts in his leg pouch.

Walking beside Kukri, the duo makes their way across town, nearing the bazaar, Derg says his goodbyes to Kukri as he went with his everyday work.

Now alone, and still having time before going to help his fire dragon friend who works as the village's blacksmith, Derg decides to go to the village's public baths. Of course, there are private baths in the village, but Derg knows that the real 'fun' is in the other one~

With a hop, skip, and jump, the uppity white dragon made his way toward the baths, humming a happy tune as he greets anyone who comes his way.

"Morning Snappy!" He waves to an adult dragoness who seems to be painting something on her canvas. Looking up to see Derg greeting her, she waves her paintbrush and gives the small dragon a smile.

"Well hello, Derg! How've you been lately? " She continues working diligently on whatever project she had started previously. Smiling brightly, Derg answers honestly, saying that he is doing just fine and went to his next stop in the blacksmith, however, he can stop for a moment and check on what she is doing.

"Oh no! No. You can't just see this. It is... a personal project of mine~" The dragoness gives Derg a wink and the white dragon immediately knows what Snappy is making.

"Oh~ I see. Well, I'll leave you to it then. Bye!" Derg waves goodbye as Snappys tail twitches to the side, her eyes engrossed in her painting as Derg barely smells a strange faint scent coming from her. But he just ignores it as it must be one of the new tubs of paint that she has with her.

Continuing forth, the blacksmith is still a wee bit of distance along the way, but that won't stop Derg from greeting anyone else. In fact, he is now used to stopping everyone he passes by and asking them simple pleasantries, whether they respond positively or otherwise. Some would try to avoid talking with him because of his youthfulness yet strong aura, whereas others find themselves drawn to talk with him due to his wholesome energy or admiration (or both).

"Derg! Over here!" A familiar voice calls out to him.

Turning around, a familiar sea dragon by the name of Felicity walks towards him with hips swaying seductively from side to side, catching the eyes of ongoing dragons as one of them bonks into a tree.

"How is my little dragon doing? You're up a bit early, dont'cha think?" The cyan blue dragon that smells a tiny bit like the sea closes the gap between Derg and gives him a sideways hug, which Derg complies appreciatively.

The sea dragon is the village's exotic trader as his position in the sea dragon's trade routes allows him to stay in the village for free, allowing him to set up shop in one of the most comfortable places in the village's bazaar selling unique items and such. Rumors have it that he even sells some... 'unique' toys for adult dragons, which he sells for a hefty price.

However, that price is nothing to Derg since he and Felicity share a unique deal with each other.

Derg always testing his new 'products' and with him getting his fair share of 'toys' with him after testing. In some cases, the two of them would even 'play' in private together.

"So, Derg! I just got a new set of merchandise that I got from... somewhere, and I was hoping you could 'test' them for me if you know what I mean." He whispers in Derg's ear, careful not to let anyone know of their secret deal as Derg shivers with the thought of testing a new 'toy'.

However, before he can reply, he remembers that he is fully booked for today, so with a frown he looks at Felicity and politely denies his request.

"I would love to test out your new 'products' Fel, but... I am kinda fully booked for today." The white dragon can see the sea dragon's face contort into that of annoyance, but then quickly covers it up with a smile as he pats Derg's head and shakes it.

"You sure? Maybe after you are done with your duties for the day, you can test it back home? I can wait for the results you know~" He then leans in closer to Derg's ear and whispers. "And I wanna hear everything about it~"

Blushing and gently pushing Felicity away, the sea dragon lets out a joyful laugh as he pats Derg's head. "Hahaha. Don't worry, I won't force you. After all, you are my favorite test subject-- I mean, customer." The sea dragon then gives a short goodbye to Derg, eager to test his new toys all by himself as the white dragon, still blushing and thinking whether he should have accepted the proposal, went on his merry way.

Without anyone to stop him, Derg then proceeds to go to the baths where he can already hear a few dragons bathing and some who are doing rigorous 'activities' as he imagines what those dragons are doing now.

Although, as much as he wants to join the orgy or have sex with another dragon in the public bath, Derg is planning to be early for his time with the blacksmith. So with a heavy heart, he proceeds to not succumb to his desires and instead went to the private baths.

Nearing the baths, he can see the entrance with a guard post near it. In the post sits a rugged earth dragon named Marsh, whom many consider lazy despite having great skills in combat and defense techniques. His long hair usually hangs loosely over his shoulders while wearing leather armor adorned with various weapons suited to a dragon, attached to its surface. And sitting atop his shoulder is a big fat duck that quacks at each dragon who goes to a private bath.

Seeing Derg approaching, the earth dragon nods silently as he gives Derg a key with a number indicating what room will he bathe in.

"Morning Marsh, morning Danger. How are you guys this fine day?" Derg asks, hoping to get out a couple of words from the always, relatively silent earth dragon who looks at him and nods. The duck meanwhile, named Danger, quacks at Derg, flapping his wings and looking at him with those curious eyes.

Slowly reaching out, he pets the duck gently as the duck closes his eyes and enjoys being petted by Derg. Not many dragons have received the pleasure of petting Danger. The only dragons that allow themselves to be petted are only Clay and Derg.

"Quack." The duck then hops off of the earth dragon and went away to do... duck stuff. But since he always gets back every time Marsh's shift is over, there is no need to worry about him.

"..." Marsh just looks at Derg and blinks slowly.

"Okay... I'm taking that as a yes?" Derg says hesitantly.

Receiving a nod in return, Derg let out a sigh but smiles anyway as he knew getting Clay to talk would be futile in any sort of way. But just as he is about to go inside and take a bath, he notices in the corner of his vision something purple glowing but decides to ignore it as it may be Marsh's stuff or something.

Finding the room with the number, Derg is greeted with the sound of running water that connects itself to a pool in the middle of the room. Stretching, he enters the bath slowly, allowing his body to slowly adapt to the temperature of the bath as Derg sighs with euphoria.

"Ohh~ This is the stuff..."

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Walking outside the bath feeling refreshed, Derg welcomes the chilly air of the morning. As usual, he finds himself walking past the guards stationed nearby, waving casually and giving friendly greetings to other dragons who chat with him until he reaches his destination--the blacksmith's workshop.

In front of the building stands a large wooden door decorated with intricate designs carved upon its exterior. Opening the wooden door, the inside lies a huge forge surrounded by racks filled with different types of metal tools ranging from hammers, tongs, axes, swords, shields, maces...

All sorts of things needed when forging steel blades were found on these shelves. At least ten more tables lined against walls surrounding the main area, holding pieces of weaponry ready to be held. Although, not only does the forge make weapons, but it also made different kinds of daily household tools like knives, cooking utensils, pots, pans, woks, shovels, spades etcetera.

*CLANK, CLANK, CLANK*

The sound of a hammer hitting metal rings in Derg's ear as he saw his mentor, Charr, already shaping a hot metal rod with his trustworthy hammer. Sparks fly by as Derg comes to his mentor's side and gives him a smile.

"Hi." He says simply.

Charr turns to look at Derg, noticing how joyful he is like always. He then gives him a warm smile. "Mornin' Derg. A bit early, yah little bugger?" The fire dragon says with a strange accent.

"Yup! So, anything here that I can help you with?"

"You can start by polishing those weapons over there. " Charr points to a table full of spears, daggers, sword hilts, shield bosses, and spearheads. Each piece gleamed brightly under the light given from above through windows on either side of the ceiling. Most likely placed there so that sunlight falls directly down onto the objects without needing lamps or torches lit throughout the entire process.

It is obvious that as a dragon, they have no need for such trivial weaponry, for they are literally one huge ass weapon. However, other creatures, one that are bipedals requires such tools as they do not have the fortunate anatomy of a dragon. As such, some merchandise of the blacksmith tends to have a variety of tools and weapons ranging from the large broadswords to the littlest daggers.

"Gotcha!" Derg immediately grabs a polishing wax from the nearby stand and puts on his appropriate clothes for assisting the blacksmith with his work.

Strapping in a pair of goggles and a leather belt full of tools that he wraps around his right foreleg, the white dragon grabs a pair of cloth and some waxing agent to begin polishing the weapons. However, upon picking up a random weapon did Derg notice something odd about the tool laying next to it.

"Huh... What is this thing?" The small dragon drops the short sword that he held with his claws and looks at the purplish claw-like tool right beside it. Looking at it, it seems to emit a faint purplish glow as Derg begins to be mesmerized by the strange tool.

"Hey, Derg?" Charr's voice breaks the white dragon out of his trance as he looks behind him and sees Charr holding what seems to be a black longsword. "Be a lad and grab ye luminous ores over t'ere? This damn black sword t'so hard t'e refine..." The fire dragon grumbles as his determined eyes glaze over the sword.

"Oh! Yeah, I'm on it!" Derg immediately went to grab a few ores in one of the drawers nearby, forgetting about the purplish claw-like weapon as its glow slowly diminishes. After grabbing all three glowing pieces, he gives them to his mentor as Charr pats the small dragon's head.

Returning back to his position, Derg is about to pick up the purple claw-like tool when Charr's voice booms behind him.

"Ah! Lad! I forgot to mention ye some!" Charr drops his hammer to the side as he walks towards Derg and looks at the tools that he made.

"Just polish dont'cha polish ye those purple lookin' tools t'e I made yah hear? T'ose are still unfinished and need some tender loving care from yours truly." Charr then proceeds to separate the ones that Derg needs to polish and the ones that he doesn't need.

When all things are organized and accounted for, Derg is surprised by the amount of different purple-looking tools that the blacksmith has made and decides to question him for it.

"Umm... Charr? What are these purple-looking tools for?" Derg says as he picks up a normal sword and begins polishing it.

Without looking back, the blacksmith continues his work on the opposite side of the room while rambling on about how a hooded dragon offered him some purple ores that need shaping into tools.

"..course' I refused for a bit, after examining that t'e ores were brittle, but he insisted on having me craft 'em a few tools for ye. And to make it even more strange, he even paid me more money than it normally would." The blacksmith then bellows a laugh as his eyes momentarily glow a faint purple, but returns to their normal color.

"Ah, well, after careful demonstration of his tools and my own, I must say lad, I was very impressed. Ye tools were much more durable and strong compared t'e mine, and as an added bonus, he gave me these bunch o' ores as we struck a deal to be his personal blacksmith! Hahaha!" The blacksmith bellows a laugh as he finishes the black sword that he is making.

"Huh... strange. But hey, as long as you get paid, I don't see the problem in it I guess..." Derg says aloud as the blacksmith agrees with him.

"That ye are my lad. " The blacksmith then picks a couple of the purple ores from a basket and brings them over to the furnace for smelting and shaping them.

"But enough dilly dally, I have to finish making these weapons by the end of the day, y'er hooded dragon will pick them up this night. Dunno why, but hey, I ain't getting paid by asking questions."

And with that, the fire dragon put all of his focus on his work, only talking when needing assistance as Derg gladly helps the dragon who seems to be panting and sweating from the demand of his job.

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"And that's the last of them! Phew! I swear young lad, if you weren't here in t'es ole' village, I would be sweating like a sponge full of water! Hahahah!" Charr pats the small dragon, a bit forcefully on the back as Derg grins while rubbing the spot where the blacksmith pats him.

In front of them is a bunch of newly forged weapons, ranging from different claw-like wearables to a bunch of different purplish weapons that glow a faint purple hue.

"Well, that's it for today! Here's y'a payment you little dragon." The blacksmith tosses a sack full of gems and Derg gladly accepts them, putting the money in his leg pouch.

"Oh! And another thing, as a bonus for being a good lad, I have something specially made for ya." Derg tilts his head to the side as he wonders what the blacksmith has made for him.

Going to the back of the room, Derg waits for the blacksmith to get whatever it is that he is getting as the white dragon waits patiently. He heard a couple of tools falling and some curse words being thrown out from the room, but then it suddenly became quiet as the small dragon begins to get worried.

"Hey. umm... Charr? You okay there?" Derg asks nervously after waiting for several minutes without hearing anything else happening inside. A few seconds later, Charr bursts forth from the back with a noticeable bump on his forehead as Derg cringes at the sight.

"Hahaha! No problem lad, just a few hammers falling in my head. " He then gives Derg a gentle smile and puts down the chest that he is carrying in his maw. "D'on worry, I've had worse."

"So anyway! Here is a gift to you, from me. " Charr then slowly opens the chest, making the white dragon shift from the anticipation as Derg wonders what kind of gift Charr made him.

"Hehehe... I heard you and this Felicity fella have struck one heck of a deal, and that you've been playing with some different kinds of toys~" Derg then immediately knows where this is going as Charr finally fully opens the chest, revealing the item in question within.

"It's... a dragon d-dildo?" Derg blushes like crazy that his mentor heard about his deal with Felicity. Just where and how did he retrieve such private information?!

Nevertheless, the blacksmith bellows and laugh as he amusingly eyes the squirming dragon, who is turning red from the embarrassment that is growing.

"Hahaha! Not just any kind of dildo~" Charr grins as he sneak in a purple powder in the dildo's hole.

"Anyway, no need to be shy little o'le dragon! The town already knows that you are one slutty bitch that always loves to get fucked!" The blacksmith then leans over to Derg's ear and whispers, "And if you ever need a 'hot rod', I can give you one right now~"

"N-no! I--" Derg's entire body is probably red right now, in fact, he could be mistaken as a fire dragon.

The blacksmith lewdly licks his muzzle as he eyes Derg hungrily, but shakes his head as he remembers why he made these tools in the first place.

"Alas, I still have a couple of duties to fulfill, so I won't be breeding your arse this time around. But hey, if you are free tomorrow, you know where to find me~"

The large dragon pats the little dragon's head as Derg hesitantly grabs the dildo-butt plug that the blacksmith made. Upon touching it, Derg made a surprised pikachu face.

The texture of the 'toy' is almost the same as a real dragon dick, complete with ridges, barbs, and a knot. Upon smelling it, the scent is even similar to that of a real dragon cock.

Eyeing the tool hungrily, Derg looks at the blacksmith and gives him a shy thanks before gently putting the 'toy' in his other leg-pouch, careful not to damage it as he will be enjoying his alone time very fully.

"Okay then, off ya go ye little bugger. I still have to prepare a couple of things for my client y'a know?"

And with that, Derg happily exits the forge as he heard the door behind him slam shut.

Looking up, Derg is surprised to find out that it is almost evening by the time he got out of the forge. Quickly, he sets off to finish his remaining task for the day and hopefully, gets home in time to prepare dinner.

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The sound of the Dragon's Desire, a tavern where many creatures come and go, bustles with activity as Derg opens the door and is hit with the scent of alcohol. Looking around, the white dragon scans the area, the tavern is not just limited to dragons, but to different creatures as well, varying from the smallest of Kobolds to the furriest of wolf-men.

"Aye! Look who decided to show up!" A loud voice cuts through the crowd as every eye looks at the source of the voice.

An earth dragon that goes by the name Canyon points his claws towards Derg as every patron of the tavern shifts their attention towards the small dragon. Blushing and self-conscious with the number of eyes aimed at him, the small dragon drops his head as he made his way through the crowd, the regulars of the tavern giving Derg a few simple greetings as the rowdy crowd went back to their usual ways.

"Bout time you showed up, pretty dragon! T'was about to send some of my dragons and look for you and risking some drinks on the house! Luckily, it seems like you made it just in time." Marsh pats the small dragon on the back, earning a sheepish smile from Derg.

"Ehehe... Well, I may have underestimated the amount of work back in the forge." Derg says as he begins to dress for the work.

"Aye, I know young lad. No need to explain." Canyon hands out Derg a few lists of things that need to be done for the night. "Just... be careful not to be too reliable. Don't wanna break any part of your cute little body, yah hear?" The earth dragon gestures to his sliced-off wing as Derg grimaced at the memory of how Marsh lost his...

"Yeah, I know Marsh. I just... wanna be helpful, you know?" After putting on some kind of weird frilly, black and white apron thingy, Derg then goes to hand out drinks, balancing them with his maw and back as Canyon handles the rest of the food and such.

'Still, that doesn't mean I have to wear this... thing! Ugh, why is this the formal attire of this stupid tavern... I know it lures in customers but... I am not a dragoness!' Derg thought as he tries to ignore the whistles that are directly aimed at him.

With Canyon always understaffed in his Tavern, he is very thankful to Derg as he seems to be the only dragon who offers his services to him whenever night comes when many creatures go and frolic in this place.

Weaving through the crowd, earning a few whistles, some winks, and a slap in the butt, Derg gracefully dodges and weaves through the rowdy crowd, placing the drinks carefully to each of its respective customers and answering a few questions who seem to be new in their village.

When he is about to go back to the counter and grab a new set of drinks that have been piling up, he notices that there seem to be quite a lot of new faces in the tavern. One of such seems to be engaging in a conversation with Canyon who seems to be blushing and is enjoying himself with his new company, not noticing the faint purple smoke that Canyon inhaled as he then gets off his post and went in the back, with the strange black dragon in tow.

Ignoring it and focusing on his work, Derg goes to the counter while evading any sort of roadblock that gets in his way (such as being groped on by those drunk, horny creatures), and carefully grabs a tray full of beverages with his maw. As soon as he is about to deliver them to the patrons who are looking at him with mischievous glances, an unfamiliar creature approaches him.

Derg stares intently at the large creature. His quadruped body is black and furry, his eyes stare at him with hunger and lust, and his maw... Saliva leaks from his maw as the unknown creature leans in close to the small dragon, sniffing him.

"Hmmm~ You smell nice~" The furry creature then retracts, giving Derg some space as he then scans the surrounding area. "A shame I cannot rut you for the time being though. I am quite busy looking for someone." Not realizing that he has been holding his breath, the small dragon let out a big sigh as he begins to breathe normally again. Looking up at the black furry beast, he seems to be looking for someone as Derg decides to speak up.

"Tell me, little dragon. Where can I find the owner of this place?" The black furry creature says as Derg notices in the corner of his eyes the patrons who are starting to get impatient with waiting for their drinks.

"Oh! You mean Canyon! Yeah, he's on the back with a black dragon. Sorry, can't talk for long, have to finish delivering these drinks!" Derg rushes away from the furry beast, leaving him to his own devices as the small dragon hands out the drinks that the patrons who are now fidgety from all those waiting, the black creature grins lewdly at the small dragon, muttering a few words not to loud for the other patrons to hear and points his furred-claw at the direction on where Derg is heading before going his way on the back of the tavern.

"Well, it's about time! " A blue felkin with dark-purple stripes who is not part of the village, says as he immediately grabs the drink from Derg's tray, gulping all of it in one go as his buddies busily stare at the small dragon's body and unique choice of clothes.

"Well, lookie here, who is this cutie?" A cyan felkin grumbles and leans in close to Derg, his mouth smells of alcohol and spit as Derg reels back from the straightforward lizard.

"Now now~ Don't be shy~ We just wanna get to know you better~"

"Hey, lay off the small dragon, will you?! He still has to give us our drinks!" A fire dragon wearing some kind of flexible shiny armor says as he stood up from his table and walks towards the flirting felkin.

"Oh shut up you mangy fire-breathing lizard! I saw him first! Therefore, it is my claim!" The drunk felkin then proceeds to grab Derg in the muzzle and forcefully kisses him. His long tongue wriggles inside of the small dragon's maw as Derg's eyes widen, not expecting to have a tongue to tongue session so early at this time of the evening.

The entire tavern stops and looks at the lewd commotion, with Derg frozen, not moving an inch by the sudden advancements of the tonguing felkin as the drunk reptile continues to push his wriggling appendage deeper, going past Derg's maw and towards his throat.

Eyes widen and body shivering, Derg squirms and tries to break the sloppy kiss, only to fall on his back with the drunk felkin on top of him, the crowd in the tavern cheering while some of them annoyed that their food and drinks will not be served to them anytime soon.

"Hmmmph! Hmph!" Derg's muffle plea went on deaf ears as he can feel the tongue inside his throat wiggle lewdly, hitting parts of his sensitive flesh and smelling the sweaty musk the felkin is emitting.

"Go go go go go!" One of the drunkards cheer making it a domino effect as the others begin to cheer alongside the drunk dragon, rallying the other dragons as Derg's vision begin to turn black.

'I am not paid enough for this...' The white dragon thought as he can feel the felkin removes his tongue off the poor dragon's throat, licking and slurping every single drop of saliva that was left behind. With a quick lick of his tongue, the felkin smothers the small dragon's face one last time as the entire crowd cheered and went back to their business.

"Blegh... Urk." The white dragon wipes off the spit in his face as he glares at the drunken dragons before going back to the counter and getting the rest of the food and drinks. "No rest for the wicked, as they all say." Derg mutters under his breath.

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*sqlch, sqlch, sqlch, sqlch...smack!*

The black dragon's lewd thrusts, smacks and slaps reverberates against Canyon's ass, leaving the earth dragon in a messed up state, his upper torso laying fully in the floor and drooling while his backside is raised up in the air like some unknown force is holding it up.

"plat, plat, plat, plat...schlap!"

Canyon groans loudly into the ground below him after feeling another wave of pleasure wash over him, unable to move or even sit down properly due to the intense stimulation coursing throughout his lower half. It feels good yet painful; pleasurable pain mixed together with something else entirely--something more than what could possibly describe itself.

He wants it harder...

*smack, smack...sqlch!*

The black dragon gives gives the earth dragon an unnerving grin, his cock hilted deep inside the brown dragon's arse, ejaculating gallons of black-purplish cum inside while the submissive dragon is left in a state of euphoria with his tongue hanging outside his open maw and his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

"Yes~ That's it you bitch, take it all and become one of us~" The black dragon whispers in Canyon's ears, licking them and nibbling them as the corruptive effects of the black dragon's cum begin to affect the earth dragon.

The earth dragon's body heat begins to spike, his breath quickens as he suddenly feels a little bit horny than normal. His long, black horse-like cock spews an abnormal amount of cum to the already messy tavern floor as Canyon gives a needy whine.

"Hngg... Ah~ Please... Fuck me..." The earth dragon begs, trying to push his ass back into the black dragon's retreating tentacle-like dicks. His three wriggling penises slither and tease the already cum-covered hole as Canyon's irises slowly shifts color, from brown to purple.

*creak...*

The door that leads to the main room of the tavern slowly opens, revealing the giant black furred beast from before who slowly comes in. Sniffing the air, the beast scans the dimly lit room, his eyes lands on the black dragon and the cum-covered slut beside him who is begging to be fucked nonsense.

Grinning, the black beast gives an ominous chuckle, his cock beginning to get out of its sheath as the black dragon wipes the cum off of his smooth face.

"So, what took you so long?" The black dragon says, pushing the horny earth dragon towards the black beast, his penis already risen to its maximum girth. It pulsed and throbbed, leaking the same color of cum like the black dragon.

"Soldiers are hard to break. They're more headstrong than those horny dragon villagers that roam in the streets." The black beast grins as he hands over a list of dragons that he manages to breed to his partner.

"And? What about the village chief?" The black dragon gives the beast a serious stare as the beast 'tsked' and shakes his head in annoyance.

"Can't get too close without being questioned by those elite guards of his." The dragon growls disapprovingly at the failed attempt of his partner who seems to be struggling to do some menial task.

"Although, I have received some useful information." This does nothing to raise the black dragon's mood as the beast begins to mount the earth dragon, thrusting his abnormally large and leaking dick into the already gaping tail-hole of Canyon's.

With a moan, the earth dragon cums again, only this time, his usual white fluids are now a blackish-purple, staining the floor below them with its corruptive juices as the beast continue his conversation with the black dragon as if its normal for them to have a talk while fucking someone.

"There is a dragon in this village, that is well trusted by everyone, and I mean literally everyone. He is very close to the chief and works part time in his private office." This black dragon's visage visibly relaxes by a little as the beast continue. "I also heard that the dragon is one massive slut~ And he tends to the chief's 'needs' every so often." This made the black dragon smile wickedly as they both know that a slut is easier to control than those of normal dragons.

"So? Who is this slut that we need to corrupt?" The black dragon asks as the beast grins. "His name is Derg, and he is the waiter in this tavern." The beast then grunts, spraying his cum inside Canyon who is moaning nonstop since the beginning of him being breed. Splatters of cum leak outside his already stretched-out hole as the knot that is battering to gain entry inside his ass finally gets inside, intertwining the two of them in a doggy style position.

"Good... This will make things easy for us then." The black dragon turns to the door, about to open it but then he suddenly remembers what they need to to end this conversation.

"For our master."

"Hail Dart'tharan." Both of them say in unison. The best still knotted deep inside Canyon, suddenly gets engulfed by a black mist, forming a sphere of black all over them before disappearing into nothingness.

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Just outside the door that leads to the main room of the tavern stands Derg, frozen in fear with his claw only a millimeter away from grabbing the handle as he heard what just transpired inside. A moment later, the door swings wide open showing the sight of the black dragon that had rut Canyon a few minutes ago.

Letting out a gasp of surprise, the small dragon waiter immediately bolts across the room, earning the black dragon a surprised look, before realizing that his plan on conquering the village has been compromised.

Growling, the black dragon's eyes glows a faint shade of purple while his breath let out a purplish mist, surrounding the entire room with its horny inducing scent.

Degrading sounds fill the air around them until eventually the smell becomes unbearable enough for the patrons as they begin to pant heavily with face flushing in red.

"Hnggg.... So... horny..." The blue felkin that was making out with Derg says as his growing shaft reaches to its full mast in just a few seconds. Looking at its side, he saw his drinking buddy who is also feeling the same effects of the mist, tool already dripping and leaking cum onto the table beneath them.

The same can be said to the other patrons as they begin to shift uncomfortably, shifting between each other as the lustful haze takes hold of most of their minds. Some try desperately to resist temptation, however, many cannot help themselves when faced such overwhelming urges, especially among males where sexual arousal makes everything seem like a hole to breed.

A couple of drunks start groping their companions which causes several orgies to break out along with loud screams coming from those who are little creatures such as kobolds or little beasts that are being railed to the ground.

As much as the black dragon wants to join in the alluring scent of sex and alcohol, his mission must comes first as he ignores the orgies that are happening in front of him and chases after the white dragon who manages to escape before the mist hits him.

Just before he could go outside, he look behind him and see a couple of creatures being showered by their purple juices as the black dragon licks his muzzle.

Soon... Everything in this lands will be like this, and everything shall be offered unto Dart'tharan...

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"Help! Someone! Anyone!" Derg's high pitched voice echoes through the dark village as the cool evening air amplifies his voice by a few hundred decibels. However, upon reaching the middle of the village did the small dragon notice something strange.

"W-where is everyone?" Derg surveys his surroundings, not seeing any lively activity in the town square. Usually, this place is busting even in the night life, but as of now, there seems to be not a single soul in sight.

Fearing the worst, Derg thought that perhaps the empty square is due to the machinations of the black dragon, and with that fear driving him to continue moving forward, he rushes out of the place, miraculously avoiding the purple mist that is beginning to cover the area.

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Reaching the forge which seems to be near him, Derg headbutts the door, resulting charge echoes loudly throughout the empty room as the white dragon tries to look for any signs of Charr.

"Charr? Hello! Are you here?" With his voice not meeting anything, Derg is about to turn around and find someone else to turn into when a shiny object caught his attention in where Charr usually makes his things.

"What the..." Derg walks over to the object, which turns out to be one of the purple crystals that Charr is using to forge those purple tools. Remembering what Charr said about not touching them directly, the white dragon rips a piece of the fabric that his is still surprisingly wearing and carefully grabs the crystal.

Judging by the looks of it, it may look like any other crystals that Charr used to forge weapons and other things, but upon picking it up did Derg grunt as the crystal seem to be heavier than it looks.

"Urk... What is this thing made of?" Derg puts the crystal in his table, carefully but quickly examining its components as the white dragon knew that the black dragon may have done something terrible to his little village.

And he might be coming to him next.

Just when Derg is about to give up and go find another soul to help him, his draconic eyes caught something odd in the corner of the crystal as he leans in to get a more accurate look.

"Green dust...Feldspar... and on the other side is some kind of black rock...*gasp!*"

Derg let out a huge gasp as he notice the black thing that is merged in this purple crystal. Body shaking, Derg immediately jumps back as he fearfully eyes the purple crystal, expecting it to turn into something hideous. He may not know what that crystal is, but he does know for a fact on where it came from.

The Bad Lands.

As the apprentice of a blacksmith, Derg knew what those black stuff that is stuck in that crystal are. Those are the corrupted soils of the badlands that causes any living or non-living thing to mutate.

One time, he and his blacksmith master went on a 3 day hike in the mountainous regions of Draconia to grab a couple of ores for Charr's blacksmithing project. Unfortunately for them, the mountainous region acts like a border between Draconia and the Bad Lands. This is where Derg learned the corruptive soil of the Bad Lands as it almost cost him his life when a mutated, winged beast attacked him when he was jerking off in an unknown part of the cave.

Lesson learned, never combine pleasure with work.

But back to the topic at hand. With the revelation that him and his master were making corrupted equipment and armor for the black dragon, Derg now knows that his master may have delivered them outside the village and perhaps, may be already taken by the black dragon's companions.

Gritting his teeth in despair, the white dragon is about to go to the front door and go home to pack his stuff and go in a journey to the capital and ask for help when he notices the silhouette of a dragon right outside the translucent window.

Fearing that it may be the black dragon that is chasing him and has managed to find out where he is, Derg immediately put things back to where they belong with breakneck speed as he slowly got inside an empty chest that was used to store a couple of iron ingots for forging.

*creak...*

The door slowly opens, giving way to the dragon that is outside, but Derg doesn't know who the dragon is, and he is not taking any chances of being found out. Holding his breath, the small dragon waits patiently, hoping for the dragon to just leave when he realized that he just made a grave mistake.

*sniff, sniff... sniff."

His scent.

"Hmm... I thought I smelled him go towards here..." The black dragon's grave voice fills the empty room with a cold atmosphere with Derg barely holding it together. Preparing to jump out at any moment the small dragon is about to do it when the black dragon let out a huge growl and smashes a nearby chest with his tail.

"Come out come out wherever you are~" The black dragon says in a sing-song voice as he walks around the room, looking for any potential hiding spots that Derg might be hiding in.

"I know you are hiding here, little dragon~" He slowly opens a broom closet looking for the white dragon that could thwart his plans before slamming it shut. "Come on now~ Don't be shy~ I just want to talk with you~"

"Do not test my patience little dragon, just come out... and I promise you, I will make you experience heaven on earth~" That comment alone is tempting, and Derg ain't gonna lie, the black dragon is one heck of a handsome stud, especially since he manages to get a glance of what he is packing down there, and boy is it really big.

However, despite how attractive the black dragon appears to be, he would actually rather be breed without losing his sanity. Soon he hears footsteps approaching toward him. It wasn't long before he sees two pairs of feet walking closer to him through the key hole of the chest.

'It's now or never...' Waiting for the perfect opportunity to eject from his position and possible evade the black dragon, Derg tenses his muscles, ready to jump out of the box at any moment.

"Hrrr... Where is that annoying little piece of ass..." The black dragon mutters under his breath as he is opening the chest that Derg is in.

'NOW!' In one swift motion, Derg bursts forth from the chest, startling the black dragon who did a back-step before realizing what is happening.

Quickly, Derg tries to run towards the exit, only for it to be blocked by the black dragon who somehow materializes in a cloud of black smoke right front of the white dragon.

With momentum in his side, the small dragon is unable to stop himself from colliding to the large dragon, immediately trapping himself with his stalker as the black dragon immediately pins down Derg to the ground who wiggles aggressively.

"Gotcha~"

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End of Prologue