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Jerec let out a growl, briefly looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. The dim lighting by one steady and one flickering lightbulb didn't do his appearance any favours, but he was still the best-looking man in the bar. A handsome green dragon, the kind that deserved to have sex. He deserved to have some cute boy or girl raise their tail for him. It was practically his birthright as a dragon. So far nobody had done so, and he was already starting to feel pent up and frustrated. It didn't even matter who he was with as long as he was on top! He couldn't understand why. Maybe the stars were wrong, or maybe the bar was just full of prudes tonight. It certainly wasn't him. He'd never had this kind of problem before.

Come on, Jerec. Back in the game. Flirt, seduce, fuck, dump, he repeated to himself. It'd never led him wrong so far, and he really needed it after a rough day at work. His boss had chewed him out for a minor mistake that nobody should care about otherwise. Then his car had trouble starting, no doubt about to totally crap out soon. Something about the battery, he figured, so he'd need that replaced. And then, when he got home, they'd cut off the water for maintenance, which meant he couldn't even have a shower. It hadn't been a good day, which only made the nagging urge in his cock worse.

But he deserved to be on top. It wasn't, perhaps, a healthy way to take out those frustrations, but over time, he'd come to base a fair chunk of his identity on that singular fact. He was strong and handsome, he had a big emerald cock that made all his partners moan, man or woman, so of course he deserved to sink it into everyone here. Especially everyone here.

The bar was one of those places where buying the overpriced, watered-down beer was the price of admission. Everyone's real goal was obvious enough. If they wanted good drinks, they'd head to a good bar. If they wanted food other than peanuts, they'd go to a restaurant. If they wanted literally anything other than sex, there was somewhere else that was significantly better than a dirty, seedy hole in the wall like this, on a seldom-walked street on the outskirts of the city. Smoke lingered in the air courtesy of the smokers, and the bartender didn't much care about enforcing the no smoking rule. The walls were clad in gaudy neon, as blatant as the intentions of the patrons. The women were barely dressed, and the men were as expected hanging on to every woman or everyone they thought might be a bottom. Sex was why everyone came here. That begged the question of why he wasn't balls deep inside someone already, planting his seed into their slutty body. He was rather in the mood to dominate another male, but he wasn't very picky.

The only thing Jerec knew was that it wasn't his fault. He was perfect and sexy. The patrons tonight just didn't know what was best for them, at least not yet. Fuck it. He finished his little internal pep talk, brushed some moisturizing oil over his scales to leave them shimmering in beautiful shades of green, and headed back into the bar, scanning the crowd to figure out who actually _deserved_his cock inside them.

Elias, a hippogryph as tall as he was strong, had been watching Jerec. For a moment, he'd hoped the other male would perhaps realize that nobody was into him during his quick bathroom break, but no such luck. The drake immediately moved over to chat with the closest, and completely disinterested girl. Sixty seconds at most until she says no, Elias thought to himself.

The dragon was a kind of uncomfortable mirror of how he himself had been when a little younger. Overly horny, overly pushy. Nowadays, he mostly managed to keep that under wraps to at least make sure his partners enjoyed it, and respecting their wishes to the letter. But watching the drake strike out over and over again did wonders to reinvigorate that stubborn, self-serving side of him. Maybe, he figured while dipping his beak in the almost-flat pint of beer, it was time to put him in his place. At the very least, he'd broaden the younger man's horizons a little. Sure, the ceaseless and mostly unwanted flirting was frustrating to watch, and the cocky self-assurance of his superiority was downright annoying. He'd seen him try it a few times, not quite as desperately as today, but what really egged Elias on was how the dragon always insisted on being on top, when he could - with that rather androgynous body of his - probably instantly get the sex he needed if he just swallowed his pride and raised his tail.

So, clearly, he needed some help with that. A cure for his dry spell, just like Elias himself could use some catharsis in embracing his darker side with an acceptable victim, and getting his rocks off in the process. Luckily, Elias knew just the thing; he was a hippogryph after all. His talons tapped the bar counter idly as he thought about it. Almost nobody remembered it at this point, as hippogryphs had grown rather rare over time, but there was a quirk of biology that promoted a certain symbiosis between their two species. Why they'd evolved to be that way, nobody really knew, but he'd experienced it himself once, with an unwitting partner back in college.

Dragons were, as it happened, inexorably drawn to hippogryph musk. Most animals were attracted by it to some extent, but for dragons in particular, it induced a kind of trance-like state of bliss in them, which usually made them submissive, at least for all but the most ancient of them. That wasn't everything. A direct_sniff of that musk would also make them spontaneously cum, which had actually alarmed both Elias and his ex, back when it first happened. _Then, as if that wasn't enough, when followed up with a warm, sticky dose of hippogryph-seed pumped into their slit - while their cocks were still soft and hidden away - that unique chemistry triggered a permanent change in them. Namely, their bodies would adapt to better appreciate the seeding they'd just received.

In other words, they'd lose their cock and grow not only a pussy, but a womb fertile specifically for hippogryphs. Elias felt his cock twitch eagerly, straining against his pants as it swelled up a little, as he thought about it; while he fantasized about it a lot, at least when he had no partner to focus on, after that first accident, he'd never actually done it again. It felt a little too invasive most of the time, a little too mean, but on the other hand, Jerec was such_an obsessive top - and a bit of a jerk to boot - that he _needed to be taught a lesson. Oh, sure, there was a distinctly selfish tinge to his plan; Elias needed to get his rocks off too. It was just that the drake made for a perfectly acceptable victim. He'd teach him a lesson.

"No thank you," a pretty fox said, turning away from Jerec, who twitched with frustration. It felt like the whole bar had conspired to not let him get laid tonight. He stiffly made his way to the bar, opting to dull that gnawing irritation with a few pints before he got thrown out or broke his toes kicking a bar stool. This wasn't going to be a good day, and he couldn't understand why, as he flagged down the bartender for a helping of their most average beer.

Seizing the opportunity, Elias sat down next to him. While he was fairly muscular, and by all rights, manly, he - unlike the dragon, evidently - wasn't opposed to playing a more effeminate, demure role. Especially if it was to get what he wanted.

"Hey," he murmured, leaning towards the dragon. "I'm Elias. How's your night going?"

Immediately, he could see Jerec's eyes light up. This might be even easier than he thought.

"Well, I'm just chilling. Talking with anyone that seems interesting, or sexy," Jerec smiled. "My name's Jerec, by the way."

Subtle, Elias thought, but he played along, giving a chirpy little laugh in response. "Mm. I'm surprised that a handsome drake like yourself isn't with someone already."

"Slow night, I guess," Jerec replied. It wasn't that he wasn't physically handsome, quite the opposite. Rather, it was his seeming need to always be the stud any in given room that annoyed Elias. He'd met a few people like that, but none with that delicious draconic vulnerability.

"Mm. I think you could do with some company," Elias chirped, acting just coy enough to tease the dragon into trying his luck. "I bet you could seduce anyone here. So does nobody catch your eye?"

"Not until you sat next to me," the drake grinned, as if his advances hadn't just been denied by that girly fox.

The two continued like that, and Elias slowly dialled up the heat as they spoke, flirting and teasing, taking every opportunity to stroke the dragon's ego, while at the same time letting his body language emphasize how horny he was. It was a little tricky, perhaps, to do intentionally, but he leaned against the bar and stuck his rump out, tail hiked high in a way he knew would draw Jerec's attention to his ass. He'd let the drake think that he'd be on top for as long as possible, and then... well, then he'd just let nature take its course.

Soon enough those frustrations over the failures earlier that night had all but left Jerec's mind. The hippogryph would be a prize catch. He almost couldn't wait to have him bent over a couch. There was something odd about it though. Some faint dizziness in the back of his head, a tingling each time he breathed in, disrupting his focus. It felt almost pleasant, but regardless, he kept being distracted by it. It set off alarm bells he didn't quite consciously recognize no matter how his body tried to warn him of what he was getting into.

Elias noticed that thoughtful, maybe doubtful look on Jerec's face, and immediately sat in his lap, planting his rump just against the dragon's crotch, pushing against him with the eagerness of a mare in heat. It was a little too obvious, a little too brash for his tastes, but it might just work on someone like Jerec, confident and self-assured as he was.

"I really need it," he whispered, leaning back.

"That bad, huh?" Jerec replied smugly, his fingers digging into the hippogryph's thighs. "Maybe we should head to the bathroom."

Elias could feel him stiffening just under his tail. Bingo. "Mm-hm. I was thinking more than just a quickie, though. A handsome dragon like you deserves to ravage his mare."

It did, of course, take some effort to say that. He had much the opposite in mind, but Jerec, being overly proud of himself, lapped up every word. His grip tightened and he gave a demonstrative buck against Elias' ass, as if saying damn right I do. His focus, though, seemed to be narrowing. He still didn't recognize what he was smelling as musk, but it was already having an effect. He felt a kind of urgency to take his handsome beast home right now as things grew more heated between the two. The noise of the bar seemed to quiet around him until he was fixated purely on Elias' body rubbing up against him, inflaming his needs with such natural lust.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. Let's head to my place, it's not far," he growled into the hippogryph's ear. He paid his tab - winking at the bartender, just in case she'd like to be his next conquest - and they were off, towards his home, only a couple of blocks away.

Elias made sure to keep teasing him even as they walked. He squeezed the dragon's bulge as if he just couldn't wait to feel his cock inside him, constantly whispering to him about how he wanted to be used, all to ensure that the cool, clean air outside didn't allow him to clear his head. By the time they reached his apartment building though, Elias knew he had the drake exactly where he wanted him.

They stumbled inside, groping at each other. By now, Jerec was equally sure he was going to get to enjoy rutting his newest lover, and so he wasted no time kicking his shoes off and guiding the hippogryph to his bedroom, squeezing his toned ass. It didn't help any that the musk was boosting his confidence, too. That was part of its function; to convince any dragons - who were usually bigger, stronger, and meaner than the hippogryphs - that they were in control, rather than slowly falling victim to its charms.

At the same time, his balls felt uncomfortably swollen, and he couldn't wait to relieve the pressure by emptying every drop he had under Elias' tail. That was part of it, too. Once he'd had a proper sniff of the transformative musk, his body would submissively empty out every last drop of cum he had stored up - not _inside_Elias, of course, but probably into his pants - to prepare for its new purpose.

He didn't know any of that, of course. Instead, Jerec only felt a strange need to remain close to the hippogryph, with his scaled hands constantly roaming over the other male's body. He stuck his nose against his feathered neck, taking in his fragrance. It was like a small rush through his head, making him get incredibly hard and needy, with an urgent need to see Elias naked. So, Jerec did what his instincts told him and shoved him into the bed.

Elias didn't mind. He didn't even mind when Jerec hungrily unbuttoned his shirt and almost tore it in the process of tossing it away. It only meant more of his intoxicating musk would fill the room. Sure enough, Jerec stiffly leaned down, a glazed hunger in his eyes, dragging his snout along the hippogryph's firm body and sniffing, greedily inhaling more of his scent and slowly working towards the waist of his pants. He couldn't remember ever feeling this hard before; it was like his cock was going to explode just from pushing against his underwear, but equally he couldn't focus on the thought. It kept slipping away, with the beast under him filling more and more of his mental capacity.

Jerec didn't realize it, but his dominant attitude was slowly fading away with each breath as his mind succumbed to the transformative musk. Instead, it was more like a growing infatuation, even submissiveness, as if he wanted to worship_Elias. He shook his head. No, the hippogryph was incredibly handsome, but he wasn't submissive. Nor was he a bottom. He wanted to be in control, and so he was - but the moment he tried to stop moving further down, a gnawing need to have_more surged through his mind. He imagined how Elias' cock would look, pictured his heavy, musky balls, and more than anything - completely against his will - a mental image of himself on his back with Elias' muscular frame pinning him down began to form in his mind.

"Mm. Relax," Elias crooned, watching as the dragon hesitantly pushed his nose against the tenting crotch of his pants. "Just let your cock do the thinking... it knows what's best for you."

It wasn't his best attempt at dirty talk, but he was equally horny as the dragon, leaking precum into his boxers anticipating what would soon happen, and Jerec's hot breath through the fabric make him groan as well. He'd let Jerec do what he was doing just a little longer, until he was sure the dragon was fully lost in his scent.

Jerec felt the damp fabric against his nostrils. He rubbed against it, like a dog trying to cover itself with a particular scent. Beneath that wetness was pulsating, masculine hardness, and the dragon's breath caught in his throat, leaving him stuttering as he moaned. This isn't right, stop. He's doing something to you. Yet, try as that inner voice might, he was already tracing his tongue over the covered, leaking cockhead, taking in the wetness of it. Virile as the hippogryph was, he was leaking enough that it was even soaking through his jeans. It tasted almost like nectar, like pure distilled arousal to his already affected mind. His lips touched against it, and he sucked gently, letting that intoxicating flavor build up in his mouth.

You don't suck cock, you get yours sucked, he told himself, and still he wanted more. He opened his mouth, gently taking the tip of that bulge into his mouth without even thinking about what he was doing.

He felt Elias' fingers caress his ears, pulling him closer, and he was like putty in the hippogryph's hands_._

"There you go, hen. Just embrace what you are," Elias said, giving a slight thrust to rub against - and into - the dragon's mouth and lips. Truthfully, every nerve in his body was screaming at him to just claim the drake already, or he might cum in his boxers. But he was determined to let Jerec sniff himself into warm, blissful oblivion for a little longer before he did just that.

Slowly, Jerec unbuttoned the hippogryph's pants, with uncharacteristically trembling fingers, and the moment he pulled them off he was greeted by another lungful of warm, mind-bending musk. Oh, the musk. It was all over the hippogryph's pants. Jerec could barely keep his composure, staring at and nuzzling that fat bulge in his boxers; a heavy, swollen horsecock starting to stretch the fabric as Elias grew more and more erect with each passing moment.

"Like what you see, hen?" the hippogryph intoned, emphasizing that degrading tone with a little buck of his hips, followed by a rough squeeze around his thick cockflesh. Jerec could barely hear what he said at all. There was something captivating_about the other male. The dragon shook his head. He wasn't into men... well, not in _that way. He was always on top, not some submissive fox staring at their cocks. And yet, he couldn't tear his eyes off Elias' massive package.

Slowly, he dug his broad, taloned fingers into the waistband of his underwear. A little tug revealed more of his rich pubic fur.

"You want to see all of it? Come a little closer. Don't be shy, now..." Elias coaxed, and Jerec approached stiffly. He felt small, weak even, around the hippogryph. Like he wanted to... do something, he couldn't quite figure out what, but it started with his cock. "Down on your knees. Let's get you face to face with a real cock."

"I'm not-" the dragon protested, but trailed off in quivering anticipation of seeing that enormous maleness freed. He felt anger flare in his chest, but he obeyed. Why? What are you doing? His mind was in turmoil, but he was inexorably drawn to that fat cock. Elias gave his boxers another tug, baring maybe an inch of his shaft. He looked massive with that equine cock of his, almost disproportionately big. The scent only grew stronger, and as Jerec sniffed the air again, he could feel his entire body tingle with anticipation, with a sensation like standing just on the edge of a precipice. What's happening to me?

"Oh, don't worry. You want this. It's your role, your place in life. To be a slutty little hen for other males. Especially males like me..." Elias coaxed him, driving in each word with the same intensity he'd soon sink his cock under the dragon's tail and turn him into a proper hen.

Then, making sure the drake was still staring, he quickly pulled his precum-damp underwear off. His cock sprang out, heavy, imposing, and quickly rock-hard as it flopped against his belly. Beneath it hung a hefty sac with testicles almost the size of softballs, swollen with cum. They were the kind of balls that women - and quite a few submissive males - worshipped for their sheer virility. Jerec immediately felt that urge. A mental image of himself rubbing his scaly snout against them, greedily inhaling the hippogryph's strong, intoxicating musk, and then... then he'd... no, this is wrong. Get out of here. He's doing something to you, that inner voice of reason screamed. Yet, just as he was about to get up again, Elias gripped the back of his head, and forced the dragon's nose flush with his heavy package.

"Now just take a deep breath for me, hen. We'll bring out that inner breeding slut," he commanded, with a cruel edge to his voice as his cock throbbed eagerly against Jerec. That moment was when he realized that there was something _seriously_wrong about the situation; a brief flare of clarity in his musk-dazed head. He was the one supposed to be both dominant and on top! He held his breath, squirming, suddenly trying to get away, struggling against the glowing pleasure growing in his cock as the scent tickled his nostrils.

"Deep. Breath," Elias repeated. "Then you'll get to enjoy this cock the way all you dragons were meant to."

For a few more moments, Jerec tried postponing the inevitable, but his body was crying out for oxygen, and soon, he had no choice. With his nose still pressed firmly against the strongest source of hippogryph musk, he breathed in. The scent hit him like a brick, flooding his senses and washing away all of his worries and anxiety, along with any thought of dominance. His cock, which had been flagging as he struggled, shot back to full hardness, and it didn't stop there. He throbbed in his pants as he worshiped the other male, lapping over his heavy, fuzzy balls, waves of warm, fuzzy arousal crashing over him. He was losing himself, he realized dimly, but it was alright. He wanted to.

Elias humped against his face lazily, letting his cock leak its precum over Jerec's head and snout, making sure to keep rubbing his sac over the drake's nostrils. He'd let go of him a few minutes ago. Everything Jerec was doing now was purely out of his own volition, even though he'd never even noticed.

That mental image that'd been intruding on Jerec's thoughts grew clearer. He was on his back, with the hippogryph's thick shaft inside him, only he had no cock of his own, effectively female from the waist down. He bucked wildly in that fantasy, knowing that he'd get pregnant somehow, and then be saddled with being the other male's egg factory. He wanted that too. It felt like a blessing, being filled with a load of his precious seed. And all Jerec had to do to make that fantasy a reality was to keep breathing in his musk until something wonderful happened.

A familiar sweet pressure was growing inside him. The world around him felt like a shattered mosaic of eroticism. Submission, feverish lust and desire, a flood of new and strange feelings inside him as his body already began to adapt. An overwhelming need to get filled, to feel warm and potent sperm erupt inside him. Oh, he'd do anything to feel that. Not just for Elias, but for _all_hippogryphs. Then, an ecstatic convulsion shot through him, all the way from the root of his cock to the top of his head. A full-body orgasm unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

He gasped and whimpered, whinnying like a mare as he soiled his pants with shot after shot of cum, feeling it soak his underwear and drip over his crotch. It was humiliating, but at the same, it felt wonderful. His whole purpose in life was this, to be a submissive, slutty breeding toy for the hippogryphs, and the magnificent, masculine beast in front of him - with his beautiful plumage and oversized cock - would be his first. He melted into those sensations, unable and unwilling to do anything to make his orgasm stop. It went on for what felt like minutes, until he was utterly drained and empty.

Empty. A very warm, clenching emptiness, demanding to be filled. His cock quickly shrank and disappeared into him, once it was done drooling out the last few drops of his release. It made such perfect sense to his addled mind. He'd emptied everything he had, so now he had to let the hippogryph fill him, but with something better. Something that belonged inside him, making his belly swell with life, unlike his own useless sperm.

"Doesn't that feel better? Now let's get you into position, hen," Elias spoke, his tone low and menacing. To Jerec's ears, it sounded like honey, making his slit clench on instinct. He only hesitantly let his snout off his beautiful, fuzzy sac as Elias stood up, grabbed the dragon by the arms and tossed him into bed, before unceremoniously ripping his cum-soaked pants off. "Look at that, you must've really squirted out everything you had," he grinned. "You've always been a breeding hen on the inside, haven't you? You just needed some help to accept it, isn't that right? To bring that inner slut out..."

Jerec, afforded a brief moment of clarity without direct exposure to Elias' mind-bending musk, wanted to say anything, but he couldn't.

"Don't worry, you're going to love it. Now let's make you grow a nice pussy for me," Elias grinned, casually grabbing Jerec's ankles and folding his legs up while getting into position, letting his heavy shaft flop onto the drake's crotch. He looked just like a female down there, now, drooling with wetness and his cock nowhere to be seen. "Hens like you don't deserve cocks. Only fertile wombs for us to knock up."

Wait, a pussy? A womb? The thought made Jerec's head spin. How would that even be possible? Yet, even if it didn't sound possible, somehow he felt that it was in the core of his being. If the hippogryph came inside him, he'd be permanently changed. But his body wouldn't respond to his feeble attempts to protest, clearly already convinced of what it needed. The touch of virile cockflesh against his vulnerable entrance. In that moment, he felt like prey, about to be devoured - at least figuratively - by the beast above him. A thousand thoughts rushed through his head. Was this what he deserved for acting like he had been? Would it hurt?

Nobody answered the first question. The second was answered with a buck of Elias' hips as he pressed the flat crown of his cock firmly against Jerec's slit, and then popped inside. There was a dull kind of ache, but his hypersensitive body drowned it out, and it became more like the feeling of a sore muscle receiving a long-needed massage. As if he'd always needed this. He moaned, at an embarrassingly high-pitched tone, trembling as Elias drove himself deeper into him.

"Rrf- there, your first cock, hen," he huffed, a mean grin tugging at the sides of his beak. "You're a wet slut, aren't you? So eager to have your first clutch..."

Jerec _was_wet. Soaking wet, with what he wanted to imagine was precum, but with the transformative power of the hippogryph he wasn't sure anymore. He heard it, though; a wet squelch as his median ring pushed inside, and it made his cheeks light up with a mortified blush. There was nothing he could do to hide how turned on he was, against his will. Or was it even against his will at that point? It felt like pure ecstasy to have that thick breeding rod forced into his body. The heated friction of it, the way it throbbed inside him - it made his legs twitch, held in place only by the hippogryph's strong arms.

"Now let's t-take care of your needs," Elias growled. He thrust, immediately rewarded by another instinctive moan from Jerec. It felt too good. He was on the verge of passing out, stuck between glowing pleasure radiating from his slit and a strange sense of disassociation. He both wanted it, badly, and wanted to get away with equal intensity. The sounds leaving his mouth each took a moment to really register as _his_voice, with how they seemed to erupt from the core of his very being, as if he really had some inner breeding hen voicing her approval.

Elias picked up this pace. Firmly, he rutted his new hen, in no rush to cum even if his tightness would get him off a little sooner than he wanted. Jerec wasn't going anywhere, not if one went by his ecstatic moans and needy clenches. The transformation was amazing; from a cocky and very male drake, he'd gone to an eager cockslut in a matter of hours, his body now tangibly rejoicing in the sensation of being filled. Elias could still see a glimmer of hesitation in the dragon's wide-open eyes, though. One that he intended to put out.

And so he sped up even more, hammering his cock into that wet, warm slit, spurred on by the lewd and needy noises Jerec was making each time he bottomed out and his heavy balls slapped against the dragon's ass.

"Mmh, I'm flaring already..." he groaned, taunting Jerec as he savored the dominance he held over the other male. "You know what means, hen? It means I'm about to cum inside you. Knock that body of yours right up. Then you'll really be a hen..."

Jerec felt it. The way the hippogryph's beautiful cock was expanding inside him, digging into him and forming a tight seal that'd make sure his cum had nowhere to go but deep into his body, where it'd change him, permanently. His mouth was hanging open in a permanent moan now, his mind in a state of feverish erotic delirium. This was what he wanted. What he needed. Wasn't it? A beautiful, immense orgasm was already building inside him, like his insides were coiling up, his body preparing to explode into pure bliss.

A few more frantic thrusts, delivered with primal urgency, and he watched Elias lower his head just against his ear. "Here it comes. Your clutch. You're such a good hen," he growled, his voice dripping with pleasure. And then, he made a strangled sound of pleasure, halfway between a neigh and the triumphant squawk of a bird of prey; proud and masculine, bestial and dominant. His flared crown pressed tightly against the very back of Jerec's eager slit.

His cock swelled and then jerked, hard. Jerec could feel - at least in his imagination - that fateful sperm rushing up his throbbing length, passing through it towards his vulnerable body. Accompanied by another orgasmic grunt from the bigger male, the first pearly rope of his potent cum erupted into Jerec. The dragon's reaction was immediate as his changed body rewarded him in spades. He came with a wailing, mindless cry of pleasure, caring absolutely nothing for who might hear. The feeling was beyond words, like a sublime sense of completion with each messy spurt that his body was forced to drink, coupled with roaring passion that allowed space for nothing in his mind except for those rhythmic pulsations inside him, and his clenching need in response.

He could already picture himself swollen with his offspring, and in the throes of orgasm, he liked it. He wanted to be a good hen. Jerec gyrated his hips as much as he could despite the compromising position, wanting more of that addictive heat inside him. Every drop. There. Be a good slut and let him finish breeding you. The pleasure of it all was blinding, and only by the time he began to fade did Jerec realize he wasn't breathing at all, for how good he felt, forcing himself to take a wheezing breath that was immediately forced back out by another euphoric full-body spasm.

Elias stayed inside him for a good few minutes after his orgasm ended. The pulsations ebbed slowly, followed by series of aftershocks that seemed to last for ages, each twitch of his cock followed by a sense of warm, liquid fullness, deep inside Jerec's body. As his body absorbed it all, he could feel himself changing; a swooping, squirming kind of sensation inside him as his cock was permanently reabsorbed by his body. A momentary emptiness as a womb began to form inside him, only to be quickly filled by the hippogryph's seed and nearly making the dragon convulse with pleasured satisfaction. He'd be pregnant the instant he first ovulated, and it'd happen soon.

"Now get good and pregnant for me," Elias rumbled. "No more fantasies of being a top. You'll be on your back or raising your tail every time you want to fuck from now on..."

Was it degrading? Yes, but it felt right. Jerec could only offer a breathy sigh in response. He felt so incredibly relaxed as his body nursed on Elias' cock, little internal flutters and squeezes helping his cum get drawn in deep.

Slowly, slowly, Elias began to pull out. Even that made Jerec quiver, the feeling of his flare dragging along his cum-soaked inner walls on its way out, digging into nerves he didn't even know he had before finally popping out with another wet, embarrassing squelch. At that point, though, feeling the hippogryph's spent seed warmly bubble out of what was now his pussy, Jerec couldn't care less about what sounds he made. The contentment was total and full, dissolute, like some weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

The hippogryph admired his splayed-out form and the thick stream of seed oozing from between his gaping lips. He gave a knowing grin, stuffing a pillow under Jerec's ass to keep his hips elevated, so as to be sure his seed took root. Jerec didn't mind. It was too late, anyway. He felt the faintest twinge inside him as his body released its first egg, directly into a bath or hippogryph-sperm, eager to fertilize him, and by the time he finally managed to walk again, new life was already growing inside him.

That didn't slow him down any. With the water still off, he'd be wearing that musk on him for a while yet, intense enough to make him rub his new pussy raw over the coming day, once Elias had left.

Several months later, with his body changed by his exaggerated lust, and saddled with possible consequences if he were to continue having bare, risky sex with strangers, one might assume that Jerec had learned his lesson and quit. Initially, he planned to. Over the whole period of time as a clutch of hippogryph eggs bloated his belly, he thought about it, like a man suffering from a hangover. It'd seemed so right at the time, with his worries drowned in wonderful hippogryph musk, but now? Especially as he eventually laid those eggs - with alien sensations engulfing his very being - the drake swore to himself that he'd change his hedonistic ways. He couldn't be on top anymore, anyhow, not without a cock, so what was the point?

Then again, as those memories of bumping into everything with his stomach swollen and pregnant, and all the weird cravings that came with it, began to fade, the one thing that really stuck with Jerec was how good it'd felt. The way he'd cum harder than he ever had before, not once, but twice in a row. First when he spilled out all his cum after that fateful sniff, and then with that thick hippogryph cock pumping into him. Though Jerec still felt angry at Elias for forcing him into it, he couldn't deny that it'd felt downright divine, and just remembering it made his knees feel weak.

The problem was that his body had specifically changed to be receptive for hippogryphs. Meaning that if he did bring one home, he'd end up pregnant all over again. The thought made his still-unfamiliar feminine sex twitch with anticipation, hard enough that Jerec gasped at the sensation. There was no way they'd wear condoms either, not once they realized what he was. No, they'd treat him as their personal hen, pinning him down and rutting those horsecocks into his dripping wet slit. He'd be taking each of their warm, thick, wonderful_and _virile loads inside him unprotected - there was no way they'd even think about pulling out, Jerec knew all too well how strong those urges to hilt when you came were - and then he'd inevitably end up with even more eggs and whelps to take care of.

So, he wouldn't do it. That was a closed chapter in his life. Besides, if he did, it'd prove that Elias had been right about his selfish obsession. Then again, all he really told you was that you needed to be less obsessed with topping. Not that you couldn't bottom as much as you wanted, the devil on his shoulder whispered. But no, he'd learned his lesson. Definitely. One clutch of eggs was already one too many. He just had to not think of that recently recurring fantasy of being surrounded by enormous horsecocks, all rock hard just for him and ready for him to worship, sucking their heavy, musky balls before laying back and spreading his legs, letting them take him one after the other until his belly was bulging with the sheer volume of hippogryph seed. He clenched again. Just don't think about it. Come on, put in the effort.

The next day he was bent over a couch as the third of Elias' friends thrust his cock into him, moaning in ecstasy as his body was stretched by another beautiful equine cock. Previously spilled cum gushed from his yawning new pussy as it was displaced by yet another throbbing shaft eager to add its own seed to the lewd cocktail already inside him. The paintings on the wall rattled from the force the stranger fucked him, carelessly spearing as deep as he could into his welcoming new slit without as much as a thought for his well-being, hips pistoning with heavy thumps. Jerec was in seventh heaven, and he begged for it shamelessly, thrusting back with carnal urgency. Every time one of them inseminated him, he came so hard his legs jerked, the pleasure surging through his body in wonderful, feminine bliss. Yes, he shouldn't have been doing it. He'd get pregnant for sure, and this time he wouldn't even know who the father was. But none of that mattered in the slightest.

Elias presented his softening, cum-smeared cock, and Jerec wrapped his lips around it without hesitating, breathing deeply of his musk and tasting his own juices on him. In his foggy state - something that was becoming more and more common - it tasted like honey, the thick dregs of cum sliding down his throat as he swallowed, and he didn't let go before he felt the flared cockhead begin to swell up again. Soon that growing horsecock slipped out of his mouth with a wet_pop_, just as the one rutting into him twitched and jerked as it filled his very fertile womb with another life-giving load of warm, sticky cum. He'd take it all. Every drop of it. If being a breeding slut was always going to feel this good, he'd dedicate his whole life to servicing those beautiful hippogryphs.

Elias draped his heavy sack over his nose and he breathed in greedily, letting the musk drown out any attempts at conscious thought. It never felt as good as it had that first time, but it was still enough to make his slit twitch happily, and get him instantly wet if he wasn't already. He laid there limply while the third friend finished emptying his balls, leisurely grinding into his well-used and gaping sex before pulling out.

By that time, the first was ready again. And after him, Elias would be ready. This was heaven, or at least as close to it as Jerec was ever going to get. He was addicted to hippogryph musk and loving every moment of it; who cared about being on top if being a horny cockslut felt this good? The next hippogryph turned him over onto his back, and Jerec slumped down as another flaring shaft spread him open, drifting towards warm, dreamy bliss even as his body began to get rocked back and forth over the sofa, a happy, empty-headed grin on his face while conceiving his second clutch of eggs.