Mass Adoption
Commission for Segremores
Spiritual sequel to Tris and the Dragon
Segremores belongs to himself
All other characters are mine
Contains Adult situations with children
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The great dragon rumbled slowly, stroking over the gentle curve of his belly... It felt empty. This dragon of life pondered, and pulled up a few scrolls, looking over them, grinning. Well... it might be time to switch things up a bit. He stood and stretched, getting dressed in what he thought would be contemporary clothing for the mortals he was about to interfere with, and walked out into the world to find his son.
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Tris woke up. It had been an uneventful week on top of an uneventful month of his uneventful seventh year, since he was left at the orphanage, apparently days after his birth. The hare stretched and clambered out of his cot, and down, giving a yawny good morning to his roommates, all twelve of them.
Sean, the otter in the cot below Tris', was still rather asleep, curled up. The boy had been orphaned later than most of the other boys, and had no one to take him in, so he ended up here. Sometimes at night he'd call out for the mother he still remembered, or the father he never knew.
Tris paused, petting his bunkmate softly, hoping that would keep him from the dark places in his sleep, then headed on towards breakfast.
The owner of this orphanage was a tall tiger everyone called Frost because of his white fur, but he was warm, if stern, with the boys he took care of. He was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for his boys, stifling a yawn of his own. He listened carefully as one by one little feet padded into the room, and chairs at the long table were pulled back. He finished a few portions and began to serve the boys who had gotten there first, telling each a good morning.
And so their morning routine went, breakfast, tidying up, reading time, and some of the older kids did extra chores in exchange for extra allowance to be spent at their own discretion when Frost took them with him to the store. But in the afternoon it was visiting hours for potential adoptive parents. It seems like it had been forever since anyone came, looking for a boy.
Patrick, an older Dalmatian protective of the boys when they were in school, said that most adoptive parents want girls, so they won't come to an all-boys orphanage. The young teen sometimes worried that by saying that he had made it true. He did not want to bring the younger boys sadness. He knew they all had been through enough.
Though he wasn't supposed to during the open hours, Patrick sat on the stoop leading up to the brownstone facade of the orphanage, sighing quietly as he watched other kids play, watching every car that entered the street and hoping it would search for a parking spot, and parents would come out to get a new son.
Toward the end of the allotted time, Patrick perked as a nice car drove onto the street, then slid into a parking space directly in front of the orphanage. The Dalmatian held his breath, as a greyish brown dragon with red wing and earfin membranes stepped out of the car, closed the door, and started towards the stoop. The dragon looked regal and strong, with five horns swept back on his head, rings piercing his ear membranes, and a suit and tie that looked a little old fashioned, but still strong.
Patrick's heart raced as he stood and slipped into the orphanage, running up to the shared bedroom, "T-There's a dragon! He's come here!"
Moments later, the boys were rushing to the stair well, peeking through and over the bannister towards the front door.
Frost was on his way to answer it, when he noticed the boys, "Now now, don't be like that... I know it's been a long time, but we don't want to scare them off either." Tiger sighed softly, shooing the boys back up the stairs before he answered the door.
The boys headed back up to their room, but stayed near the door, listening. They heard quiet conversation for a few minutes, before Frost called up the stairs.
"Tristan! Could you come down?"
The bunny perked, looking worried, swallowing and biting his lip.
Patrick patted the bunny's back, "Good luck lil bro."
Sean hugged around Tris' waist, "I'll miss you..."
"I dunno if I'm even going or not yet..." Tris pet the otter gently, and managed to wiggle away to get down the stairs. He turned the corner and headed to Frost's office. When he got there, the tiger was nowhere to be found, but the dragon was there, stretching out, his belly softly curved... rather less dressed than when he had arrived. Now the hare could see the dragon had tattoos on his arms and legs, and across his chest, but his belly was notably absent apart from a small snowflake off to one side.
"Hello Trissie..." The dragon cooed, slipping around to close the door behind the little bunny, before scooping him up in his arms, "Ooh... I missed you..."
Tristan squirmed, confused, "w-what do you mean?"
"I was the one who left you here, little Tristan... but now I think I'll be able to take care of you myself." The dragon explained quietly.
"You knew my parents? My mommy and daddy...?" The bunny murmured, staring up at the warm, strong dragon.
"No sweetie..." The tender dragon cooed, "I am your mommy and daddy, and I never should have let you go..."
The hare looked confused, but something seemed to be clouding his mind... he couldn't think of what was wrong with that statement, "Why did you...?"
"It's not important now, I have you back. I'm going to take care of you forever and ever." The dragon cooed and kissed the bunny's brow, even as his claws finished undressing the boy without his awareness
"What about the boys...?" Tris murmured, feeling sleepy all of the sudden, something warm and wet around his feet.
The dragon groaned softly, petting the bunny gently, "Oh... I'm sure I can take care of them too. Now be a good little bunny and cuddle your big big tiger brother when you get in there..." The hare nodded obliviously as the dragon fed the child up into his hidden feminine sex, to follow Frost, who had been felled by the life dragon's pheromones just as easily. As the fem lips closed over Tristan's head, the dragon shuddered and cooed, tucking the dangling bunny ears in after with a probing, playful finger.
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After a while of not hearing anything, the boys assumed that the dragon must have left. It was after the end of visiting time, too, so they spread throughout the house with a soft collective sigh. Sean went to knock on the door of the tiger's office. Before his fist touched wood, he was slipped inside the room. He blinked a bit, the air full of some sort of musk, but it felt good to breathe.
"Poor little boy, all alone even when surrounded by brothers... poor little boy who misses his mother..." He looked to see a dragon, laying on the couch on one side of the office, totally naked. The otter blushed, though for some reason it didn't seem wrong to him.
"Are you going to keep Tris...?" Sean murmured softly.
The dragon stroked his belly slowly, lovingly, "Oh yes... but I wouldn't dream of separating you two..." his claw paused, and traced an ankh tattoo on his tummy, then returned to stroking it and the snowflake.
The little lutrine gasped, "Y-you're gonna take me home too?"
"Yes Sean... come here." The dragon patted his tummy gently. "Come to mommy."
Something seemed odd, but Sean couldn't place it. He murmured, toddling over as he was asked to. The dragon sat up on the couch and spread his legs, cooing as he hefted his heavy sac and uncut shaft up, to reveal feminine folds, a ring piercing at the very top, like a small doorknocker. "That's a good boy... Follow Trissie in."
Sean stared, blushing deeply as the folds slowly gaped open, and a sleepy voice could be heard from inside, "Is that you Sean...?"
The otter leaned closer, "Trissie? How is it in there...?"
"It's so warm... I... I feel safe." Was all the bunny could articulate in his present state.
The words must have pushed a few buttons in the otter, because he undressed quickly, before shoving his arms up the welcoming passage.
The dragon moaned aloud and cooed, "That's a good boy, climb on in..." Reaching down, one of his claws gently cupped around the boy's rump, helping him up, slipping his hips in, then letting his inner muscles contract and draw the otter's legs and long tail up and in. Finally the webbed toes and twitching tailtip slurped between his sexlips and he felt his tummy swell gently, stroking over it, "Oohh... get comfy boys, but make sure there's room..." The dragon stood, swaying his tail as he opened the door and slipped out, letting his musk, so concentrated in the office, diffuse throughout the whole house as he started locating the other boys.
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There were three foxes of the boys in the orphanage, Milo, Flux, and Liam. They were idly cuddling on the couch watching TV when Milo felt something drip on his head. Something musky. He looked up, seeing wet flesh, and then all went dark.
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Nigel was in the kitchen, fixing a snack. He was the only taur in the orphanage, and he was an insecure little thing, always sneaking snacks. As a result the ferret taur was soft and tubby, and even more self-conscious. The other boys knew this, and instead of teasing him, tended to use him as a pillow when he was around. He perked as he felt an odd feeling on his tail, but a smell in the air was clouding his thoughts. It was like he knew he should look, but for some reason he just didn't want to.
He heard fabric tearing, and felt chilly all over, except for his tail. The sensation spread to his rump, and his hindpaws left the ground. He blinked, starting to turn to look, but a gentle claw pet over the boy's cheek, "Shhh... just relax Nigel... Momma will take care of you..." The insecure boy shivered, but indeed relaxed... he was wanted...
The warmth traveled around his soft tummy, wrapping him up inch by inch, soon reaching his forelegs, staring up his anthro torso, or rather down as by now Nigel was upside down, dragged up through the warm flesh, "Oohh..."
The gentle petting claws tucked his arms in at his sides, entering the warmth with his torso, before they gingerly removed his glasses, pressing firmly on his crown as his shoulders vanished into warmth. The shy boy whimpered happily, and then he was gone, curling up in a warm space, surrounded by love and acceptance.
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Lewis and Jacob were the other bunnies at the orphanage other than Tristan, and had left the TV room to get some things from their room, before coming back down. When they had left, the three foxes had been on the couch, but there was nothing there when they returned. Hearing a rustle in the kitchen, the boys shrugged and sat down to watch the TV, thinking the fox boys had just gone to get snacks.
Lewis blinked as something warm and wet dripped on his nose. He didn't have time to cry out before he was caught in warmth, Jacob soon to follow.
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Entre the dragon was sitting in the reading room with a book in his large claw, the young wyrm finally nearing the end of his latest conquest of literary exploration. He was so engrossed in the writing that he never noticed the air changing around him, musk filling the air. The second eldest boy at the orphanage reached the last page, and closed the book, sighing to himself. He was about to set the book aside when a gentle set of claws did so for him, stroking over the buds where horns would grow one day, and his wirey hair.
"You should take better care of your hair. It should be soft as fleece, not like steel wool..." The caring adult voice spoke from behind him. The little blue wyrm looked up to see the adult dragon from before, still stroking him. His face was at belly height, and he noticed nine tattoos around the gentle swell of tummy. "Like my tummy, Entre? You should... it's warm and safe."
The young dragon looked a little confused, but he wasn't afraid, this older dragon feeling very safe to be around, for some reason he couldn't explain. He slowly nosed at it, and it shifted under his snout. He blushed, feeling over the curve.
The elder groaned appreciatively as the belly's occupants shifted against Entre, "Oohh... your Brothers are inviting you in, sweetie..."
"W-what...?" Entre blinked, looking up. A claw on his head gently pressed the boy down off the chair to his knees on the floor, and he saw the dragon turning around, then lift his massive tail. The little dragon had little time to react, before his head was wrapped in soft wet warmth, clenching and pulling at him, working over his shoulders.
Low groans surrounded him as the moist flesh leaked over his scales and worked to draw him deeper, folding his wings to his body as he slipped deeper, until he felt the advancing wet lips stop moving downwards, giving way to his own motion upward, his knees lifting off the carpet as he was pulled deeper, his snout pressing up against a ring, which easily spread to let him in.
The wyrm had no idea what was truly going on, just that it felt too good to complain, murmuring as his neck and shoulders pressed through the snug ring, his feet and tail danging in the suddenly very cold air outside. He shivered and tried to pull them up into the safe warmth. It took him some doing, but he did, the loving voice above moaning out at the sensation. Gradually his whole body was deposited on the other side of that snug ring, which closed back up as he found himself nestled against seven curled up forms, his brothers... he began to doze off from the warmth, knowing he was safe.
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Ozzy and Non were rodents, a kangaroo rat and a mouse, respectively. The boys had wandered off to the study room when all the boys had separated. Non was looking over a book on biology he had read before, but Frost couldn't afford any new school books. Ozzy was idly scribbling in a notebook, half-doodling, half planning ideas he had forming in his head all the time. The rodents had chosen seats back to back, their tails occasionally bumping into each other as they sat in silence, unaware that musk was slowly filling the air, both oblivious to the world.
It was all too easy to get their heads together when they looked up at the odd dripping.
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Patrick lounged on his bed, knowing all the other boys were off doing other things, and reached into his boxers, starting to stroke himself. The boy panted, his mind wandering, and one of his fingers ground into his taint, shuddering as he imagined what it would be like to have a femsex there, unaware that he was attracting attention.
The dragon was soon standing beside that boy's cot, and with a single claw he slit the boxers away, then gently replaced the boy's paw with his own, matching the way he was stroking and fingering exactly, except, it felt so much better.
The pup gasped as someone else took over, but it felt too good to question, his lungs filled with a thick musk, "Oohhh...."
"That's right little Patrick... or is it Trixie...?" The dragon cooed playfully.
The Dalmatian gasped and looked up. How could the dragon know his fantasies? But his questions were knocked away by a new sensation.
The claw probing at the boy's taint let up for a moment and then slashed. But instead of cutting or rending the boy's flesh, the skin split like water behind a blade, forming ripples for a moment that settled back down... in the shape of female sex lips. The claw then pressed into this new sex, probing it and causing the change to continue, granting the boy the internals to go with it, even as his hips swelled and broadened out wider. The fingers danced about inside the new passage, then another finger was added, and another.
Soon the dragon was fisting the boy gently, pressing deeper each time, bulging the former boy's tummy with the shape of his claw. The Dalmatian couldn't take it anymore and cried out, his new sex contracting and gushing something musky even as it pulled on the fisting claw and arm, and his shaft spurted doggy cream all over his swollen tummy. Both sexes repeated their blasts at least three times before he slumped on the cot, after the best orgasm of his life.
Trixie murmured, whining as the claw pulled out of his new sex, flexing with new muscles he didn't used to have, wanting to keep the feeling inside longer.
The dragon chuckled and relented, leaning down to kiss the Dalmatian on the forehead, "That's a good girl..."
The canine blushed as the dragon somehow knew all his most hidden fantasies, looking up at the gentle adult lover, "W-who are you...?"
"I'm your mommy, Trixie. I'm little Trissie's mommy, and little Seany's mommy, and little Liam's mommy, and little Flux's mommy..." The dragon explained gently, trailing off, though his free paw traced over the constellation of tattoos on his broadly curved belly.
"And... my new sex... is it real? Will it stay?" The little dog murmured, flexing with it... he loved the feeling so much, he was afraid of losing it.
The dragon awed softly and kissed the boy's forehead, "Not normally, no, it would go away eventually... but I can make sure it's as part of you as your spots."
"R-really? H-how?" The dal panted, wanting to know how to keep this wonderful gift the dragon gave him.
The dragon cooed as he pulled his claw out of the new sex, letting it get settled emptily, watching the little boy squirming at the empty feeling. "Well, you gotta join your brothers, and I can make it stay."
"Where are they, Mommy...?" Trixie murmured.
The dragon gently picked up the canine, and cradled him against his rounded belly, "In here... all warm and safe..."
"Y-you can do that...?" The dal whispered, revenant at the dragon's abilities.
"You will be able to too, when you grow up... Now, just relax..." The dragon lowered the canine down between his legs, guiding his head up to his own sex. Feeling licks across the lips, the grey groaned and started pressing the dal in, "Oohhh... good girl... my good puppy..."
Trixie nosed around the wet sex as it contracted and worked to pull him in, knowing how good it felt from what the dragon had done, and wanting to return the pleasure, licking the musky walls as he slid deeper and deeper, before he was pressing through a tight ring, and then he curled up nestled against the sleeping forms of his brothers. He gasped as something attached to his tummy, and warmth flowed into him, and sleep, even as his feet were tucked into the warmth of his mommy.
The dragon felt his cervix close up behind the dalmation, sealing him inside safely. Slowly stroking his broader tummy as a new mark appeared, filling the only empty space, the dragon cooed, "Such good boys, and a good good girl..."
The dragon of life sniffed the air and chuckled, before walking down the stairs slowly, one claw cradling his belly full of precious lives, "Oh... you know I might not ever let you all go... eternally safe and warm in me... Then again, I have forever to decide, and you can always come back when you want in again..." He swayed his tail as he stepped out the door of the empty orphanage, locking it behind him as he strolled out into the evening light, none of the mortals around him noticing his nudity, climbing into his car and driving away, towards home.
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