Breeder cum-petition

Shale considered himself to be a gentledragon, of the old fashioned kind: he had claimed his territory as a young fledgeling, got it nice and prepped for the years to come, stockpiled food, riches, the usual hoard of gold and precious gems, marked it thoroughly here and there as a proper dragon should. All was good… or it should have been for more than a handful of summers: barely five after he had established that nice, rich swath of land as his personal corner of the world, he was caught in a big dispute between older and stronger dragons who hadn’t gotten the notice of him settling near their territories, or maybe they hadn’t cared much about his presence. For a young black dragon to fight against an adult white and an old, old bronze beast was nothing short of a joke one might tell in front of a campfire. The result had been… fairly obvious from the start: his land was taken, carved in pieces and used by the two grown dragons without so much as asking for his opinion on the matter, his treasures taken, his hides burned by accident during one of the initial attacks, leaving him with only his hides and a little bit of pride.

However, since Shale was still young, he had a lot of time in front of him, centuries at the very least, so a few wasted seasons and a few more spent wandering were nothing to worry about. Shale set his sight somewhere else, took flight and moved on, fifty years after he was still going strong, his initial goal to settle down forgotten as the joys of a male with nothing to his name but the rumours that spread behind him made him so very happy. Over the years, as he grew and matured into a fine young adult, he found out he was somewhat of a stud, in more ways than one: he was big for a youngling, roughly seven feet tall at the shoulder, about as long without counting his tail, heavy, bulky and gifted with a nice, fat, heavy pair of nuts and sheath to match. Since he was a free dragon, he often flew through others dragon’s lands, which would inevitably lead to a commotion here and there, the occasional fight but most of the time he found ways to, well, grease the wheels of diplomacy with a nice flash to his junk or two. Being forced to survive with nothing besides his wits honed his skills with his brain and tongue more than most dragons his age and that put him at a decent advantage in most competitions. A casual remark about him having no interest in the land, a couple flashes of his junk, a few witty comments and compliments to the dragon or dragoness that owned the area, a promise of a good time in exchange for some food and safe passage were always effective, especially with the lonely ones that fought so hard to keep their land to themselves. A sniff of his rather hefty junk, a kiss on his sheath sealed the deal nine times out of ten and the rest of the time and for the next week or so he’d be set with shelter, food and company.

Whenever he flew he always thought about how many eggs he must have sired in the dragonesses lucky and smart enough to share their caves with him, how many dozens of wombs he had filled beyond the brim and stuffed full with his knot. The idea that his little bastards were already in the dozens, scattered throughout half the continent and then some always managed to put him in the mood to fuck and that tended to draw the attention of the closest dragon since his musk was so very strong and so very attractive to both males and females.

So, as he passed by another small human kingdom, with its big castles, farmlands and occasional war breaking out, he remembered the last dragoness he had scored a few nights with: her plump, soft rump, her massive teats, her hungry maw and hungrier snatch, her absolute lack of restraint after he had bared his sheath to her and shoved it against her snout while she was deep in thought trying to decide whether to allow him to stay or not and the way her vent oozed buckets of his seed as he pulled out after three days and relieved himself on her before leaving was downright maddening. Surely she’d be happy to welcome him back if he ever passed by, most of them did, even the males whose ass he had filled and still smelled of his cock and cum. Of course this little trip down his memories was no different than others and before he realized, he was hard, his four foot long studly spire jutting out of his sheath, spreading a nice stench of sex. He could smell her on his shaft still, he could smell most of his lovers on him as a matter of fact, but they could only find his musk as their brains slowly yielded control to their nethers.

“Mmh I don’t think there’s a dragon nearby… too many humans…” Shale sighed, his still hardening shaft throbbing in the air as its heat spread and warmed his belly up. With the centre of the human kingdom barely three hours’ flight away no one of his kind was bound to be anywhere close, which was rather annoying since he hated flying with his cock out or without relieving his need into or onto someone. His nuts gurgled loudly. “I stopped emptying you after a straight week just two days ago and already I’m starting to get backed up?” He groaned, feeling his sack with one of his paws and huffing, partly proud of his balls’ weight, heft and size, partly annoyed. With no female or male around he’d be forced to either paw off for the next day just to relieve his boner or find something else to take his cock. “Ah, the plight of being so virile.” Shale chuckled and licked his lips, cock oozing a steady stream of precum onto the ground as his nuts started to steam visibly in the humid, summer afternoon air. He sniffed the air and, beneath his healthy reek, a musk he had cultivated over five decades of debauchery, sex and freedom, he found the scent of horses. “Well… mares might not be the best choice but they are close enough to a dragoness…”

Following the scent brought him to a set of tracks, human tracks mixed with the deep grooves of a cart and the hoofprint of horses which helped him a lot and sped up his search for a comfy hole to bury his bone in for the next couple days or until the humans mustered enough manpower to shoo him off. He reckoned he’d get at least a dozen loads off before then, provided he was a bit lucky. The farm was small, quaint, nicely tucked away from prying eyes and traffic, no farmer to be seen as of yet but a good bunch of mares that were gathered outside. Shale licked his lips and trotted, cock bobbing lewdly under his belly, slapping loudly enough to be akin to a bell calling for the attention of very naughty students. He jumped over the fence and stood there, knowing the mares would flock to him within seconds since he was spreading pheromones like crazy with how pent up he was, yet not one moved.

“Odd…” Shale moved forward just a bit, still as horny as before but not quite as much. The closer he got to the group of mares the more his smell spread and finally a good handful decided that whatever they were focused on was not as interesting as the drooling, massive, ridged and knotted dragon cock behind them. “Ah.”

The moment enough had moved away, he realized just why he wasn’t the sole focus of the herd of equines: a gryphon, about as big as he was, was very much openly allowing a few of them to sniff his backside, the avian musk masking his draconic one fairly well. Shale took a sniff and felt as if his head had been hit by his own nuts, his cock surging forth and throbbing with fresh hot blood. His eyes followed the gentle slopes of the gryph’s sack, the sweat soaking their fur, the visible vibrations and gentle churning, the overly stretched sheath and the other male’s massive, unflared, fifth leg being licked and nuzzled by a couple more mares. At this point, the gryphon, though clearly very deep in his lusty haze and focused on egging the feral beasts on, noticed the arrival of a contender and screeched, his aggressive gaze immediately vanishing in a sultry, cocky grin the second he saw that the dragon was in much the same plight as he was.

“And here I thought dragons were too good to touch the ground like us common beasts and far too noble to deign themselves with horses and such.” The gryphon licked his beak and grinned, as much as his stiff beak allowed. “Yet here I am, with a dragon willing to partake in the fruit that is a human’s farm with me. How wonderful.”

“Oh shut up… just cause your kind is half horse doesn’t mean you get to hog them all.” Shale chuckled and huffed as a mare shoved her muzzle in the sweaty, musky gap between sheath and balls and whinnied. “I am a free dragon, I like to enjoy everything, especially free things.” He winked. “And as you say, a farm is a fruit that is very much free for us to pick.” The two huffed in synch.

“Glad to find a connoisseur of the finer joys in life.” The gryphon chirped, clearly relaxing and returning to his raunchy pleasures.

“Don’t kid yourself, there’s hardly anything as debauched as fucking a horse in the open and being proud of it.” Shale snorted and curled a finger inside a mare’s muff after retracting the very sharp claw it was armed with. The horse whinnied and shook under his gentle probing. “Which is why hardly anyone is willing to be so gallant about it.” He chuckled again and stared at the gryphon and his heavy sack, fat cock and thick musky fog spreading from his backside.

“A gryphon stud without a gryphon mare has to find something to sate his desires with after all, I’m not picky and I’m too pent up to care.” He shrugged. “Name’s Kane by the way.”

“Shale.” He nodded and Kane nodded back.

“What came first, the rock or the dragon?”

“I’ll defer the decision to you, after all you’re closer to a bird than I am.” Shale smirked and stared at the gryphon. Seconds passed and within moments the two were laughing and chuckling without a care.

“I like that. I like you.” Kane paused. “And I like what you’re packing.” He licked his beak again. “But I don’t bottom so get yourself half the mares, I’ll take the rest. There’s around twenty so you should be good.”

“And what if I wanted to take all of them? Are you doubting my virility, Kane? It’s quite rude when you’ve already smelled me.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt you’re… quite the stud, I’m just saying I’ll need at least half and probably more just to get the edge off.” The gryphon chirped, puffing his chest as he grabbed a mare’s muzzle and shoved his cock in it, his flare visible through the stretched out gullet.

“Is that a challenge I hear?” Shale grinned wide, cock fattening as blood rushed through it, his nuts dropping lower as they got heavier and fuller.

“More of a statement of fact.” The gryphon chirped and stood up, his nuts knocking a mare off her hooves with their weight and musk as they impacted on her muzzle and sent her in a spasming fit, legs shivering and shaking. Kane barely reacted to that, his cock sliding out of the gullet of the horse under him, firing a few dollops of precum on her muzzle and caking it entirely in gooey stuff. “But if you are up for a big fat loss then I’m glad to show you why gryphons are the best breeders. One orgasm per mare, no half-assed loads, you gotta cum properly and at least ninety percent of it has to be inside, can’t just paint them white, got it?”

Kane chirped again and smirked a bit, grabbing the first mare still standing and turning her around with incredibly dexterous forepaws and humping, showing off years of practice as his flare slid inside her pussy with ease thanks to her arousal and his perfect aim. The mare whinnied and came on the spot, her clit winking as her walls squeezed around his length, three feet inside already and still only three quarters in. Shale scoffed and grabbed a mare of his own and, maintaining eye contact with the gryphon, speared her with just as much ease, murring in delight at the tightness of the female as she squirmed with every ridge of his cock after they slid inside her passage, teasing her clit in ways no equine or gryphon cock was supposed to do. His nuts tensed visibly and churned oh so loud, drawing the attention of the other females he had won over with his musk, their tongues slipping out to lick the sweat and salt off their taut scaled flesh. Both males started down at each other, one massive, the other just as big and just as hellbent on showing off his virility to his rival.

The air was quickly turning into a musky sauna as both began to sweat a bit. Their already strong and heady musk spread with every beat of their wings, marking the grass with that wonderful, manly, virile stench of sex, sweat and overwhelmingly dense breeding batter. Shale was huffing and panting heavily by the tenth minute, trying to last as long as he could, the mare underneath him barely able to stand after the relentless fucking she was taking. Kane was in much the same condition, trying to outlast his competition despite his need to empty his nuts immediately. Unfortunately, the gryphon had been at it for longer than Shale, so he was already close to blowing before the dragon had arrived and at the eleventh minute mark he came. The mare underneath him whinnied, or tried to, with four feet of cock lodged in her gullet, her gut expanding quickly as the breeder’s nuts tensed and twitched visibly, the taint bulging lewdly as it pumped gallon after gallon after gallon. Kane huffed and pulled back, cock still hard of course, painting the muzzle of the first mare in white as the last few shots of a ten-gallon load spilled out of his flare.

“Quick fuse.” Shale chuckled and slowed his pace a bit, really driving himself as deep as he could, breaching into the mare’s womb over and over as the tip of his cock kissed the back of that chamber and hosed it down with precum so virile she’d likely drop a few eggs just because of that.

“Well, this isn’t a game of who lasts longer, though, is it?” Kane chirped and nonchalantly sheathed his drooling cock into the maw of another mare, the first one now laying on her flank, panting heavily as the second one let out a soft whinny, her snout wrapped by the gryph’s sheath within seconds as the flare made her gullet bulge lewdly. “There’s only so many mares in this farm and I plan to fuck more than half, just so we’re clear.” He chuckled as his nuts plapped against the mare’s muzzle and flung droplets of sweat in the air when he pulled back, pushing a couple of musk-drunk horses off their hooves as his ass backed up somewhat. Shale frowned. “The goal is to empty myself and fill more mares than you, hot stuff.”

“Oh is it, huh?” The dragon growled softly, baring his teeth to the avian hybrid, his knot swelling at the door of the mare’s pussy, making her cum over and over at the sheer heft of it trying to stretch her wider than any stallion ever could. “Then let’s make this clear…” Shale roared, scaring a couple of horses, his knot ballooning into a pair of massive, turgid swells to the sides of his already immensely thick shaft. The dragon sighed in relief as his sack shrank a coupe inches and the mare’s womb bloated with gallons and gallons and gallons of cum, flooding her insides with a quantity of cum that seemed to eclipse Kane’s load by far as pressurized jets escaped the seal of his ridges and bathed his balls in white as well as juices as the mare creamed herself oh so hard. “… the one who’s going home with blue balls is you.”

Shale pulled out still cumming and, much like his rival, painted the mare he had just used in white streaks, each as thick as a human’s wrist before plunging his cock into the next hole, opting for a maw as well, the mare shocked by the dragon’s sheer girth but willingly complying with the treatment, the reek of sex, musk, cock and the taste of the dragon too wonderful to ruin the experience as the huge beast above her plunged his tongue in her pussy and ate her out at the same time. Kane rolled his eyes and sped up, licking his beak with hunger as he too thought of enjoying his mare in more than one way, but refused to behave like the dragon out of spite. The hybrid chirped and instead started to prep another mare, using his talon to finger her tailhole, stretching that donut wider and wider, using the cum he had spilled by accident while switching females to lube her up as his flare sloshed in the second mare’s stomach, her throat massaging his entire shaft from base to tip as her tongue lapped at the hidden nooks of his sheath from within. Shale grunted, slowly starting to wonder whether it was worth it to enjoy the process if the gryphon was going to win and deny him the higher body count for the day.

Shale pondered while his knot kissed the horse underneath him, his nares full of her scent as she came into his mouth, her juices squirting onto his tongue while her puffy clit winked at him over and over. He pulled his tongue out, spreading her cheeks with his paws as she came again, a jet of juices arching through the air as he flooded her guts with his second load, her entire body quivering in pleasure as she was made to take his seed by the gallon every other second, her tongue lapping at his knot while her herdmates licked the stud’s sack and taint, their whinnies making up for her own. The dragon smirked and pulled back, proudly displaying his second conquest as his cock gushed nearly a gallon of cum onto her muzzle, caking it completely. Without a word, Shale turned around and slid inside a third mare, but didn’t hilt himself this time. Since he was now in the lead, he took his time breeding her, pinning her down completely as he methodically thrust into her snatch, his balls crashing down on her like boulders as he truly enjoyed the act without being spoiled by the smirks of his rival. Kane rolled his eyes and licked his claws clean after having stretched his third mare enough to leave a nice, lovely gaping hole where her tight donut had been. The gryphon chirped and picked up the pace again, jackhammering at the horse under him as his orgasm approached after roughly ten more minutes of relentless thrusting. His nuts had refilled in the meantime, as heavy and taut as before, a feat he was proud of and something that had allowed him to become a sensation among his kind for such wonderful endurance and stamina. The mares he had claimed with his ball musk were bathing them in saliva, licking salt and oils off their sweaty surface as their pussies winked, a lone stallion staring from afar, unable to enjoy the bounty of willing and eager mares for himself as the bigger and hornier studs casually ruined the entire herd for their own enjoyment.

As the minutes passed, Shale watched the gryphon approach his second orgasm while he was already dumping his own third into the mare beneath, the horse whinnying as loudly as she could all the while, her womb growing bigger and fuller. However, the stench wafting from the dragons’ nuts was growing oh so strong as well, his libido and lust ramping up a notch, enticing the mares so much that they crowded around his taint to steal licks and snorting his ball funk. The mess behind him made him slide forward just a bit to strain the mare’s pussy with his knot, and the sheer slickness born from another dozen gallons of dragon cum and juices allowed his knot to slide in with rather surprising ease. Shale yelped as he knotted her, cumming even harder than before out of pure instinct, his body seizing the chance to thoroughly impregnate the slut it was inside of. The pleasure ramped up as he howled and grit his teeth, the shapes of eggs bubbling inside his sack. The odd quirk of dragons being able to knock up any species they mated with was known to any who had the luck to be their partners, and Shale was one of them of course. Dragons got to enjoy a male’s full load, lesser species had to settle with a wombful of eggs and a slightly smaller load. He had turned more than a few species into broodmothers while having fun but this time, mixed between the wonderful feeling of his eggs sliding out of his cock and crowding the mare’s womb, he realized he didn’t have the luxury of being knotted for too long.

“Looks who’s all tied up.” Kane giggled, cumming oh so hard at the sight of the dragon shoving egg after egg after egg into the horse, the idea that dragons were so potent to be able to seed any living being with a womb was truly arousing, but the knowledge that the other breeder would now need at least half an hour just to get his knot out of the little mare was even more pleasuring. “Guess I’d better take the chance and get back on top, eh?” The gryphon did not pull out, rather he slowed down and started to hump as he filled the mare, his cock sliding out only when the last drop had been pumped out of his flare.

“Shut up… mmmhhh.” Shale groaned with shame and pleasure, his eggs providing even more stimulation as they cluttered around his cock, making his knot swell some more as another batch of eggs was dumped along the first. “At least I can do this.”

“Sure sure… that’s wonderful…” The gryphon waved his claws in the air, nonchalantly allowing the mares to lick his cock clean after pulling out of the mare, the massive four foot breeder pole throbbing in the sweaty, musk-filled air. “But that’s not the point of our challenge, right?” He smirked and licked his beak. “Enjoy your break, I’m going to enjoy as many mares as I can in the meantime.”

“Shut up.” Despite being very annoyed and a little bit pissed, Shale could not resist the lovely pleasure of knocking up a fertile womb just cause he could, slowly pawing at the mare’s belly as she whinnied and thrashed under him, realizing that the dragon was not about to stop shoving odd things inside her anytime soon.

As the big dragon was virtually and literally stuck, Kane calmly and cockily picked his next mare as the one he had been prepping for a while gladly accepted his shaft into her donut. The female whinnied and panted, her tailhole stretched in odd, unholy, impossible ways as the huge flare first turned it into a massive O and then popped in, followed by an endless advance of a cock barely smaller than the flare itself. She gasped as her innards were rearranged by his calm, methodical thrusts, her cunt teased by the sheer heft of his balls as they crashed against her plump lips, her clit popping out as she winked over and over. Kane chirped and whistled with the carefree attitude of someone who knows has already won, his sack gurgling as he simply started cumming right then and there. The mare whinnied and squirmed underneath him when she felt a tide of cum rush through her guts, though she was unable to move an inch. The gryphon fucked her through his orgasm, gallons and gallons flowing from his impossibly sweaty sack, gushing from his swollen flare. He might have not had the volume of a dragon nor could he lay eggs inside any female, but now that he was primed he could easily output this much without stopping for at least fifteen minutes, take a break and be ready for more. And horses were compatible with gryphons after all, that was how hippogryphs were born. His lover was growing bigger and bigger with his load, already forty gallons spilled into her guts, sloshing lewdly and loudly, making her belly sag down with its weight as he kept on fucking her without a care.

The rest of the herd was cumming with every breath they took by now, the sheer strength of the two breeders’ reek had rose to levels that a simple mind like that of a horse could not withstand. Pussies twitched, winking and squirting copiously as the mares licked the sacks of the two beasts, nares chock full of ball funk, sweat and musk, tongues lapping up beads of sweat with eagerness as if they had to do that to survive. Some randy females even nuzzled at their tailholes, tonguing them in the vain hope of getting a stronger hit of musk from their flesh. Shale counted every second that passed with precision, waiting for the moment his knot would deflate and allow him to pull out. He had already impregnated this mare to the brim, around twenty eggs crowded her womb, his nuts churning as seed washed them clean and seeped into the hard shells, ensuring that the little female would lay yet another one of his clutches. The farmer would no doubt have some trouble down the line when a horde of little rascals in his image hatched and fucked the herd some more. He licked his lips and waited, waited, waited. Twenty minutes after, he felt a little space between his knot and the mare’s tunnel, a void immediately filled by her spasming muscles but it was a sign of progress. He started pulling backwards just a little, his ass smothering and swallowing the muzzle of another horse just a bit and making her cum so hard as she snorted the musk of his rump from deep within.

Kane was none the wiser, too busy pumping another ten or so gallons into the bloated cum balloon of a mare whose ass he was ruining, the poor female resting on her gut rather than her hooves by now. The second that Shale was free, a waterfall of cum bathed his twitching sack and flooded the small pen with a reek of cum so strong even the dragon himself shivered and shuddered. The stench of a load of his when he pregged someone was always the strongest, regardless of species. He only gave his best for his progeny after all. Kane snorted as the musk of his rival interrupted his orgasm, the dragon blowing a raspberry at him in childish competition. The gryphon could not do that, beaks hardly help with finer motions that lips grant, rather, he pulled back and immediately shoved his cock inside another mare, her pussy so wet it slid in without even popping, just a smooth, wonderful journey from lips to cervix.

“I’m still in the lead.” Kane puffed his chest and pulled back just enough to allow a couple feet of cock to catch air and then pushed it in, his nuts plapping lewdly as he picked up pace.

“We’ll see.” Shale chirped, casually hilting himself inside the mare yet again, his nuts tensing as her womb was flooded with his pre despite him having not crammed his flare inside it just yet. Kane huffed and smirked, stopping for a moment to grind his sheath on the mare’s rump, the fuzzy cock-holster kissing her donut and lips tightly.

Slowly the two of them began to find their own rhythm in between mares: each would breed them till they were almost unable to stand, then they’d cram themselves as deep as they could, flare or knot swelling just past the point where either would get stuck and cum hard, their output basically endless as gallons, dozens of gallons were dumped inside wombs, stomachs and juicy rumps. As the two came, bellies and wombs swelled and sloshed, helping the lucky mares get off their tired hooves and onto the ground where the stud would pull out, wipe their cocks on the horses’ manes or fur and immediately find the next female to take their shafts. By the time Shale was at his sixth mare, Kane was already on the eight, behind him a small hill of panting, gushing, whinnying horses left in sorry but satisfied states, every last one that had gotten his seed into their chambers was heavily pregnant, the rest merely full to the brim with gryphon spunk. The avian puffed his chest as he pulled out of number eight, his cock softening just a bit as he took a small break, drinking water from the trough on the side of the pen, a few mares who hadn’t been bred yet licking his steaming cock, tasting the fluids of all their herdmates on his flesh. Kane chirped and lifted his leg, his shaft twitching for a couple seconds as a golden trickle turned into a stream, his bladder finally stopping its protests as he relieved himself on the grass, the mares refusing to stop their licks, merely avoiding his piss as the big breeder dumped a couple gallons of waste on the cummy ground, the air taking on that faint yet unmistakable scent of male piss that made one’s nose twitch.

After wiping his flare, the gryphon eyed the other stud and rolled his eyes with a condescending smirk plastered on his beak, jumping over the ninth mare and sliding inside her pussy, his cock once more welcomed by a wet, slick, twitching tunnel. He chirped and squawked, balls gurgling as they refilled after that nice drink, his flare hammering at her cervix already, his thrusts growing deeper much faster than before, the impending victory over the dragon pushing him to fuck the mare harder and faster. The poor filly was heaving, her guts rearranged by the monster cock shoved into her muff, her orgasms so strong she was utterly unable to resist and bear the immense weight of the breeder atop her. The young female let out a whimper as her front limbs collapsed and she fell a bit, bringing the gryphon with her. Luckily he managed to get his bearings together before hurting her, but he was in the middle of a deep thrust and so his cock had pierced her womb, the flare now on the other side of her innermost chamber, spewing its dense, potent cargo directly against the back of her womb. He chirped in great pleasure, his shaft lodged so deep he could feel her chamber deforming around his gigantic flare and the cervix try to squeeze the girthy intruder out, the joy of such thorough breeding making him cum on the spot, every last droplet of seed now trapped in her. But then so was he. Kane’s orgasm was ruined as he realized too late he’d not be able to pull back until his flare was small enough to pass through her dilated cervix: he was a breeder, but he had respect for the bodies of the females he fucked, they needed to be healthy to lay his brood.

“Oh, little birdie is stuck in a cage?” Shale purred as his knot was safely outside the mare’s tailhole, kissing it over and over as he refused to slow down like Kane had done, his pace relentless as he made the mare suckle on his digits, her own pussy juices dripping from his pads after he had fingered her to prepare that virgin donut as best he could. “Sounds like I can jump ahead now.”

The gryphon groaned, refusing to admit defeat since he was still in the lead, forcing himself to cum as hard as he could to get through this load, his spunk swirling so hard inside the filly’s womb that he could feel it from the outside, gallons and gallons and gallons sloshing and lapping at his flare. Shale could not be any happier right know, his hips blurring as he fucked the mare harder and harder, his ridges ravishing her tailhole, ruining it forever as their incredible girth made it stretch and puff up even more than it already was. With a roar of satisfaction, the dragon came, his sack pulling taut as he unloaded into her. One of the mares who hadn’t yet been claimed couldn’t take it anymore, her need to be stuffed so great she just had no intention of waiting any longer: she rushed and jumped over the fence with ease, rushing towards the one and only stallion left around, the poor, lonely male welcoming her as she whinnied and begged for him to stuff her. Before there were twenty, now there were nineteen, the first one to get to ten would win, leaving the other with nine or less mares to their name.

Now it truly was a race for time as both tried to get to ten before the other one could: Shale huffing and panting, his nuts groaning as they strained to deliver massive loads one after the other faster and faster, Kane still forced to stay inside as his flare refused to shrink, the mare’s womb so big she was starting to rest on the massive cum belly it was causing. At this point Shale was not too interested in enjoying every last bit of his breeding frenzy, rather he was more keen on beating the gryphon, rutting as hard as he could while making sure the mares also enjoyed being turned into moaning cum balloons. From six to seven to nine in the span of a little over forty minutes, just in time for Kane to pull back and pop his flare back out into the musky, sweat-soaked air and paint the poor filly’s rump in the last couple pints of cum gushing from those furry nuts of his. The two eyed each other and looked at mare number ten with hunger in their eyes, the sexual kind, the horse whinnying as she waited for any of them to take her. However, fate had other plans in mind and the two towering beasts heard a soft gasp come from the side.

They turned around and saw a human female, a petite little thing, maybe thirty years old or so, neither of them was quite that good with human ages and appearances, seeing that when their kind was around it meant that their fun was about to be cut short. Normally humans ran when they saw dragons or gryphons, their disappearance followed by the clanking of armour and released bowstrings with the occasional spell thrown in there every now and then. This human did not move at all: she kept staring at the two of them with a shocked expression. Shale stared back, his cock throbbing under his belly, the girth of his shaft alone almost thicker than her legs, Kane’s own mammoth spire just as massive, though his was as long as her leg and then some. She gulped and slowly turned around and then broke into a run, her boots splashing into the cummy grass and the many puddles and rivers as she headed towards the barn.

“Let’s go get her…” Kane grunted, jumping and clearing a few dozen feet with ease, his wings helping him glide just a bit further. “She’s gonna go and get someone and that’s not good. We’re not done yet.” The gryphon snorted and followed the human. Shale blinked a couple times, eyeing the last mare, tempted to simply claim her for himself and leave the worried bird and his loss alone the moment guards showed up, but he was a gentledragon down to his core and he couldn’t bear a win without honour. He sighed and followed his rival into the barn.

“You should thank me for being such a male of strong moral fibre, I could’ve claimed the last mare.” He sighed again, then looked at the girl before them, sitting on a haybale. She was clearly scared, shivering, but as a seasoned breeder of fifty years, he knew when a female was aroused, whether it was a dragoness, a mare, a gryphoness or… a human. “Oh my…” He smiled and licked his lips. That was a first: humans tended to be very… conservative when it came to interspecies sex, but this girl smelled of lust and her eyes kept moving lower rather than avoiding him altogether, stealing guilty glances at their cocks. “Someone’s interested in dragon cock.”

“Shut up, she’s clearly into gryphons. She’s a farmer, she sees horses all the time, she’s probably thinking mine is better than their little sticks and wants a taste.” Kane chirped and moved to the side, showing every inch of his cock to the girl. She blushed hard and the smell of lust on her grew stronger. The gryphon leaned in and took a sniff of her crotch, his hard beak making her moan as it squished her clearly aroused muff under those constricting fabrics. “She smells like horse cock too, bet she fucks them while no one is watching. I’m clearly the one she’d slobber over.”

“Or maybe she’s tired of horses and she wants something exotic.” The dragon did the same, lifting his left hindleg to let her stare real good at his throbbing shaft. “Ridges and knots are better than just a flare, they stretch you bit by bit and then you get tied, a flare is just a dumb blunt plug, so unrefined.”

“Oh shut up, you lizard.” Kane growled at the dragon, then he looked at the girl and winked. “We’ll let her decide whose cock she wants more.” He knelt and laid to his side, cock gushing on the hay on the floor. Shale did the same, the space between their shafts just a couple feet. “Come girl, tell us who you love more, the lizard’s weird, ridged dick or my elegant spire?”

He grabbed her and plopped her right in between then, her lithe body sandwiched in a most odd spot as the two beasts fought over her, their cocks longer than her torso, slightly thicker than her leg now that they were showing off every inch of their flesh and steaming with mixed juices. Kane pushed forward with his hips, rubbing his fat flare against her, the damn thing was almost bigger than her face when it wasn’t swollen completely, and when it did it was so big she couldn’t see beyond it. It was just her and the gushing, yawning cum pipe and the lump of flesh that smelled like cum, sweat and horse pussy and ass to high heaven.

“Don’t rub your nasty cock on her.” Shale pushed the other male back, Kane screeching with an offended expression as the girl’s field of view was replaced by the ridged, drooling slab of dragon flesh. She gulped and stood there, unmoving, her mouth opened just a bit as saliva drooled out of a corner, her eyes glossy as the sheer strength of the dragon’s reek made her shiver.

“It’s been in the same places as you.” The gryphon scooted forward, regaining his place to Shale’s side, their shafts now rubbing together barely five inches away from her face. A fat load of pre fired from each cockhead, splattering all over the place as the twin jets collided against each other and then landed onto the human’s head, coating her pretty blonde hair in sticky white goo, her eyes closing in reflex as it ran down her scalp and down her chin. “It’s clear she prefers mine, I’m not a dragon so she probably finds me less threatening.”

“Shut up, she just thinks you’re a chicken that’s grown too big. Humans fear dragons cause they wish to be us, they wish they had our strength and wisdom, it’d be only natural if she wanted to brag to others that she survived an encounter with one of us.” Shale flared his nostrils and blew a cloud of smoke on Kane’s face, making the gryphon cough and screech in anger. However, before the two could get their paws on each other, they heard a soft, almost undetectable moan.

They pulled back and craned their necks to look at the human and saw that she had her mouth open now, letting the precum oozing from her head drip into it. When it was completely full, she closed her mouth, eyes still shut, then she moaned again, her cheeks bulging with mixed preseed, her tongue swirling around in the lewd, salty, gooey concoction, beads escaping the seal of her lips as she shivered. Neither of the two beasts had been with a human before, but the look, the noises a female made when she was cumming hard and without control were an almost universal sign shared between multiple species. They grinned as she reached out with her hands, searching for the two cocks without sight and with merely the heat wafting off their flesh. When she touched them, Kane chirped and Shale sucked in a hot breath of air, the feeling of soft, human hands so foreign to them but oh so pleasant and alluring at the same time. The female swallowed the mouthful of precum in her mouth and opened it again, bridges of goo connecting tongue to roof, her breath steaming in the warm air as she inhaled and exhaled, holding onto the two throbbing cocks for support.

She wiped her eyes with a corner of her shirt, staining it permanently in the slick fluids coating her hands, then she opened them and looked at the two beasts looming over her. She couldn’t say anything. Some might say she was too scared, too worried and afraid for her life, but it in reality she was just smacking her lips and swallowing the last few drops of mixed ooze in her mouth. Kane chirped and pushed forward, silent as well, his flare mashed against her face a moment later. There was a single moment of silence and quiet and then she moaned, out loud, very loud. Kane puffed up his chest as the woman grabbed his flare and held it in place, rubbing her face against it, kissing it, sniffing it, licking it, shoving her tiny tongue down the fat, drooling cum pipe as if her life depended on it. Shale rolled his eyes, annoyed, although he couldn’t deny he was liking the sight a lot. So many humans had ruined his fun over the past fifty years, so many romps and naps interrupted. And now one of them was debasing herself in front of him, snorting the musk off a gryphon’s cock with no shame. He licked his lips and reached forward, his paws sliding in between her legs, rubbing gently her muff through the soaked clothes, his soft pads feeling the throbbing of her sex and the heat and wetness of it. She wasn’t just curious, she was hungry for cock.

But before Kane could say anything or even gloat, the human pulled back and gasped, licking her lips, collecting wads of pre from the throbbing flare and lapping them up in her palms before turning around and grabbing Shale’s cock. The gryphon looked in shock as the woman lubed his rival with her hands, the slick, lewd sounds of flesh upon flesh making up for the fact that he was now left without a mouth to worship his cock. Kane chirped, watching with interest while the human tried various approaches to the exotic, almost alien cock before her. She kissed it, her fingers exploring the ridges, heat spreading from the contact between soft human skin and a dragon’s hot, flushed cockflesh. She rubbed her cheeks against it, moaning just as loudly when she felt it throb in her palm and against her face, she kissed it in the same way. However, since there was no massive flare in the way, she tried to suckle on it. Her mouth opened wide and she placed it around the cocktip, her tongue sticking out just a bit, her cheeks bulged immediately after when Shale’s shaft fired a nice load of precum. Jets of pre spilled from her nose and forced her to swallow before the next shot, though she did not pull back, rather, she pushed forward, her eyes rolling back. Shale hissed and resisted the urge to grab her head and shove his cock down her gullet in one go. He waited and grunted while she slowly bobbed back and forth, his cocktip kissing the back of her throat until she could take no more and stepped back, her face getting showered in the next wad of precum.

“Oh yeah, she definitely likes me better.” Shale flashed a naughty grin at Kane while the human resumed nursing from his cock, drinking the thick batter his nuts were pumping out every other second. “Look how greedily she swallows my precum.”

“Fine, I don’t even care about comparing our cocks, the mark of a true breeder is their sack.” Kane rolled his eyes back and scoffed, turning around and inching backwards, his balls swaying heavy, fat and full despite the endless rivers of spunk he had spilled inside the nine mares from before. He chirped and pushed back again, slapping the human girl on the back of her head with those massive spheres sloshing with untold gallons of seed. Shale purred softly, quietly enjoying the sight as he was gently sucked off by the farmgirl, his nostrils flaring as he internally admitted that the gryphon had quite the pair of breeder nuts on him, each so sensually covered in beads of sweaty musk that dripped down. “Cmon girl, take a gander.” The gryph chirped loudly and then sighed with relief as he felt a pair of small hands caress his sack, fingers moving through soft, fine, slick fur. He swore he heard her gasp as her dainty little digits failed to make a dent into their surface. She squeezed harder and harder, but Kane could feel no pain, just a lovely pressure that made his cock gush a little harder and paint the haybales next to the front entrance with white goo. “Mmmh she’s into them.”

“It would appear so.” Shale gently pushed her head forward. The girl gasped, protested for about a second and then relaxed: both studs could hear her sniff, moan and pant, writhing on the spot. Kane chirped louder all of a sudden, his balls churning louder as well. A quick look told Shale that the girl was bobbing her head up and down, hints of pink and red moving with her as she panted heavily. “Is she licking your sack?”

“MMmhh yeah she is…” The gryphon chirped, idly pawing at himself with his talons. “Gods that’s a nifty little tongue she has.” Kane’s ass swayed gently, forcing the girl to follow the pendulous nuts she was so devoutly licking the sweat off from. “Small hands, small tongue, lots of energy though… fuck that’s hot.” Both males grinned devilishly. As the girl kept on snorting the gryph’s musk and slathering his balls with her saliva, Shale unsheathed a claw and slowly began to rip through the human’s clothes, tearing apart her thin coverings, tatters falling down and ending up on the floor along with the puddles of precum they were spilling constantly. “What are you doing?”

“Undressing her.” Shale purred when she was finally naked, his tongue darting out to lick at her skin, tasting the sweat on it, slowly moving lower and lower. She shivered but refused to stop worshipping the gryph’s raunchy sack, though she did stop for a second when the dragon behind her began sniffing her ass and sliding his tongue between her cheeks. “She does indeed taste like horse…” Shale’s cock throbbed oh so hard when he tasted equine flesh and seed on her, meaning the girl was not just any sort of pervert and that Kane was right.

“Told you. Farmers love their animals and some love them more than people.” He could tell the girl was embarrassed, her licks were slower and less desperate. “But we do love perverts, don’t we?” Kane winked, egging the dragon on.

“Why yes…” The reptile chuckled at the secret nod, rolling his thick tongue over the human’s puffy pucker, her swollen pussy and tasting her juices, his hot breath washing over her privates, bringing warmth and lust. “We do love little sluts who enjoy sucking off horses more than prudish city folk.” It was a lie, but a white one. As Shale pulled back, he turned around, casually sandwiching the farmgirl between their sacks, completely trapping her in a prison that sloshed, gurgled, rumbled and reeked of sweat, spunk and male musk. “Damn that tongue really is something…” Shale purred again, grinding his ass up and down on the face of the farmgirl, feeling the resistance coming from Kane’s unwaveringly heavy sack. The two blushed for a moment, realizing their sacks were touching, an intimate, lewd moment. Kane squawked as he too realized just how dense his rival’s nuts were and how impossibly hot they felt against his own. The two pulled back and the girl collapsed on the floor, her pussy gushing and spasming, clearly in the throes of an orgasm caused by their pure musk and taste. “Well… she’s certainly into beasts…” Shale licked his lips. “Say, how about we give her a go?”

“Hmm? What do you mean?” Kane watched the girl try to get her bearings together after getting no fresh air for so long, her pupils dilated, her pussy still gushing and so wet it glistened and oozed juices.

“Well, dragons can do magic, you know that right? Some of us specialize in certain types of magic: those who do fire magic, ice magic, mind manipulation… you know the deal.” Shale blushed and looked away for a second. “I do… sex magic.”

“Wait what?” Kane was confused at first, then ideas started popping in his mind, so many ideas, each lewder and more perverted than the one before. “Like, what exactly can you do? Make them love ass? Give yourself a bigger cock? Cum more? That sort of stuff?”

“Kind of… I’m not that good yet and there’s hardly any others that do this kind of magic. I have however, developed a spell for stretching… my lovers.” Shale blushed oh so hard, but his cock was stiffer and harder than ever, even Kane’s breeder spire hardened and fattened visibly, the flare expanding to the size of a small shield, gushing fat wads of precum onto the still cumming girl below, painting her white till her tits were completely glazed in his pre. “You know, so I can fuck smaller dragons and dragonesses and not hurt them.” He sighed. “Soooo… do you wanna try it out?”

“So what you’re saying is that you can make this dainty little thing stretchy enough to take us?” Kane gulped, his cock oh so hard as the human female gently caressed his cockhead as it lay on her belly, fingering his cum pipe and licking her soaked digits. “I mean… sure, why the hell not. I’ve laid with every female I could and if I can try out a human then I’m more than interested.” The gryphon chirped, grinding his spire back and forth, giving himself a very subpar boobjob but rather uninterested in anything but what Shale could give him. The dragon wasn’t just a stud like himself, he was also hiding some real skill. He’d have to rethink his opinions on dragons if this one actually managed to get the girl in a state where they could fuck her. “Well go on, don’t make m… us wait…”

“Alright, alright don’t pressure me.” Shale chuckled and then licked his lips, his eyes glowing a deep red colour as he rubbed his right paw on his sack, slathering his pads with a mix of sweat and musk and cum.

Kane watched closely, very closely: Shale kept on massaging his nuts for a while, the pair of orbs slowly fattening and growing before his eyes, nearly twice as big as before, steaming and gurgling with such a heavy load of breeding batter it was maddeningly potent. The stench of male, of sex, of a breeder’s need made Kane gulp and feel his own maleness grow in kind, maybe because of the tingling energies in the air, maybe because the sheer virility before his eyes was contagious. The smell of male was certainly arousing and it tickled the gryphon’s own need to cum, his precum cloudier and denser as cum bubbled and his load grew more potent. Shale huffed and placed his paw before his cockhead, catching the next, tar-thick cumshot, the heavy thud audible from afar. The dragon then placed his paw over the girl and slowly slathered her in his seed, slowly covering her from head to toe. She came and came in the process, unable to resist the virility of her soon-to-be partner as his cum turned her into a white writing statue. He moved around, his huge digits caressing the gushing slit between her legs until he just… pushed one finger against it and her pussy yawned, spreading around it with not a tear or a hint of displeasure, her skin stretching, her muff squirting as a massive orgasm wracked her body from head to toes. The girl arched her back as Shale shoved an entire finger inside her, a finger that was thicker than her thigh all the way to the hilt, wriggled it inside and then pulled it out coated in juices. Kane came a little as well at the sight, his flare swelling oh so much, his nuts churning and growing heavier while the dragon licked his soaked digit and sniffed his cummy paw with closed eyes.

“Fuck…” Kane gulped and tried the same thing, his talon sliding inside her pussy with ease, though he didn’t feel any looseness, just a tight passage that squeezed and squirmed around him. “Holy fuck she’s looser than a broodmother but as tight as a hen freshly of age.”

“She should be fit to be bred now.” Shale snorted his paws, enjoying the reek of his more virile seed after he had enhanced it so that he could pass his magic inside the girl’s every cell. “Tight but stretchy, just how I like it.” He smirked. “Well, I love any hole I can fuck, regardless of tightness or origin, and I do love sloppy seconds or thirds…”

“So I can just… shove it in?” Kane interrupted him, inching closer to the dragon with clear excitement bubbling in his chest. The dragon nodded. “I’ll be careful of course.”

“Mmmh but then this spell will not be fully put to the test… we need to do some… very thorough experimenting, for the betterment of interspecies relationship.” Shale purred, getting in position above the girl, his cockhead rubbing against her folds, the ridges stimulating the both of them in wonderful ways as his heat made her core warmer. “How about you take her mouth? Try out how stretchy it’s become. Maybe you can fit that huge, throbbing flare of yours down her gullet.” The dragon winked, playfully circling a paw around Kane’s flare, feeling the soft, spongy flesh yield to his touch and swell back to full size.

“And you just want to knot her, don’t you?” Kane chirped, his talons reaching forward and gently grabbing onto Shale’s knot, enjoying the resistance it offered to his grasp, the heat and the slickness of it.

“Maybe…” The two grinned to each other as they quietly repositioned around so that they could make full use of the human beneath them without ruining their own enjoyment. Shale pulled back, his cockhead spilling loads of precum on the farmgirl’s muff, Kane’s flare kissed and slathered in saliva from the other and as the girl worshipped it with near-maddening devotion. “Ready?” The dragon braced himself and pushed forward a fraction of an inch, the gryphon doing the same, pushing so that his flare was starting to squeeze beyond the lips of the slutty human. “Thrust!” The two thrust forward at the same time.

The fear of the spell suddenly wearing off or not working as intended vanished as their cocks sunk into the slick, wet, stretchy confines of the human’s mouth and pussy lips. Both had to stop as soon as they slid inside because the sensations were too… good: she was so damn tight but stretchy at the same time, so wet, so warm, so small that the two could feel their cocks touch from both ends of her body though the nature of the holes they had chosen meant they’d not actually touch in the middle. Shale felt Kane’s fat flare against his tip the instant he crammed half of his shaft inside the woman’s womb, her small chamber stretched far beyond what even a pregnancy would cause just by the sheer size of his cock and Kane felt Shale’s tip as he sunk into the farmgirl’s stomach and hosed it with his precum, filling it with more fluids than she’d ever need in a single, lewd gush of his fattened nuts. The two studs panted and struggled not to cum on the spot, murring, chirping, purring and all around their damned best just to pull back to prepare for the next thrust.

“Fuck she’s tight…” Kane softly whispered to himself, feathers ruffled in embarrassment as he felt Shale’s cocktip against his own, the two gently frotting for half a second before pulling back. “You think she can take us to the hilt?” Already the two were adding another inch of their lengths at the third thrust, their shafts touching a bit more and for a bit longer while they casually flooded the girl’s guts with their precum, buckets of it as her innards and womb were flushed with gooey fluids.

“She can…” He panted, knot swelling massively, already far too big even for the human’s enhanced physique. “… and she will.” Shale purred loudly and proudly, his balls oh so full as egg shapes bubbled beneath their surface.

Kane was satisfied with that just that, returning to his not-so-gentle thrusting, his hips displaying the power of his leonine half as his fat horsecock rearranged her insides alongside the dragon’s girthy, ridged shaft made lewd popping sounds every time he crammed in and pulled out one of those segments. The gryphon blushed under his feathers as he sniffed the air, the gentle smell of the human’s lust gone completely, replaced with the overwhelming, numbing, arousing stench of slick fur, heavy male musk and sweat and cum and sex and all the things he loved to smell when he had sex. Rarely had he met anyone who could last half as long as he did, just once he had met another who could last this much and still have enough energy to challenge him, and that gryphoness turned him down to live with a stud that enjoyed breeding only his own kind and not everyone like he did. Shale however, shared so many of his interests and then some. Kane came a little as he shoved almost three feet of mottled horsecock inside the farmgirl, sliding along Shale’s own spire for far longer than they had done before as the reptile grunted and slammed his knot against the female’s comically stretched snatch. The dragon looked… handsome, freely thrusting, freely hosing a womb in precum, his balls so big his movements were slightly hindered…

Shale was trying to focus on the wet, slick pussy around his cockflesh rather than the company he was with, every iota of his brainpower devoted to not moaning whenever his ridges were scraped by the gryphon’s fat flare as it passed through the girl’s guts and made him mewl inwardly at the sheer size of it. He grit his teeth, nares puffing out smoke in a vain attempt to block out the wonderful reek of sweaty balls, musky cock and immensely virile bodies around him. There had been time when even after a night spent breeding several other dragons the stench of sex and cum in the air had been less dense than this very moment. Shale gulped, watching the gryphon’s heavy nads throb, slosh and glisten with sweat, beads caught up in the short yet dense fur. Oh how he wanted to lick them clean and how he wanted to drink all that musky sweat… Shale shook his head and snorted, his, claws digging into the soft hay at his feet and grunted as he shoved his cock all the way down to his knot against the girl’s muff, his cock stretching her so lewdly he could see his tip travel from the base of her navel to her ribcage, pushing aside everything as he womb was made to stretch far more than what nature had intended to. And has he did so, Kane also decided to do the same, his flare hosing her guts while he strained and shoved himself so deeply inside the girl that both of them felt his flare pop out of her slutty pucker and fire a fat wad of precum on the dragon’s nuts.

The sheer lewdness of it all, the perversion the two shared, the hormones, pheromones, the reek of sweat, the taste of salt, the stench of cum and everything, the challenge had long since stopped being such and turned into a contest to egg the other on more and more. But now that the two were so close, their chests nearly touching as the girl’s body wasn’t anywhere long enough for them to both hilt and have space to themselves. They looked into each other’s eyes and nature took its course: their eyelids closed, beak and maw opened, tongue slipping out as Shale shoved his own down the avian’s beak and kissed him. The two panted around each other as they kept on thrusting, their cocks frotting but still separated, their breaths steaming in the musky air, nuts gurgling together in a lewd display of newfound passion and raw virility the likes of which no one had seen in eons. Their kiss was awkward, messy, loud, chaotic but it was oh so wonderful for them as they gave into their desires and forgot about the woman they were turning into little more than a fleshlight at their feet.

“Fuck…” Kane was the first to pull back and moan, his flare once again sliding inside the farmgirl’s ass, leaving behind a gaping hole that gushed off-white precum by the pint.

“Yeah… I agree…” Shale groaned as his nuts sagged lower, the eggs sloshing inside making them far heavier than they ought to be by now, so big they were spreading his thighs apart. “Sorry for before, for being an ass.”

“It’s fine, I was a bigger ass.” The gryphon chuckled.

“Oh yeah, you are a huge, huge ass…” Shale gave the gryphon’s rump a playful squeeze with a hint of claws to make him wince and moan softly.

“Shut up.” Kane blushed and chirped, squawking when Shale teased his pucker with a digit and slid inside, prodding the depths of his tailhole. “Paws off, that’s only for the ladies to enjoy.” He puffed his chest. “I do love a nice rimming from a mare after I’m done breeding her.” The dragon purred hard at that sentence.

“Then I might enjoy doing the same after you breed me too…” Shale blushed a lot, so much so his entire body heated up and steamed slightly, warming up the air and making it even more musky and sweaty. “If you’re fine with sticking that massive, fat cock of yours in a dragon.” There was a pause, a long one, interrupted by the muffled moans of a human turned into a cock holster and the groans of four titanically swollen nuts.

“Only if I get to enjoy your own while I’m sitting on your cute muzzle.” Kane chirped, feathers puffed up in an instinctual display of mating courtship that Shale completely missed due to his arousal and lack of familiarity with gryphon partnership. However, he somehow, accidentally, accepted the offer, rubbing his snout on Kane’s soft neck feathers and sniffing his scent. The gryphon chirped, himself unaware of the pact made between each other out of chance and blooming affection. “I shall warn you in advance: my ass is more than sweaty… it’s swampy… especially after I breed someone.” The two looked again into each other’s eyes and another kiss broke for several seconds, their hips still unrelenting in their movements, bringing them ever closer to orgasm.

“That’s good… I’d love that… mmmh…” Shale moaned openly and so did Kane, the two huffing as he slowly pulled back. The ridges of his cock popped lewdly one by one, slowly allowing the woman’s pussy to return to a somewhat less stretched state, though it was clear that, either because of Shale’s sheer size or the spell he had put on her, she was not going to return to her normal state anytime soon, if ever. Her muff had a clear gape at least three inches wide, but the weirdest, and hottest thing was that the girl’s lips had taken on the shape of a dragoness’ vent, with sturdy yet soft lips and scales around her folds. “Gods above… I guess that being slathered with my cum and magic had quite the effect on her.” Shale licked his lips and shoved an entire digit in her with the same ease as a dragoness his size, the woman mewling with pleasure. He added a second and third digit and she took them all with the same lack of pain or even distress.

“She can fuck horses without problems then, but now…” Kane chirped, grabbing his ex-rival turned possible lover to his side, stealing another kiss in the process. The gryphon moved to the side, though he did not slide out of the human’s gullet, just barely enough to allow Shale to get beside him. “Let’s test your spell some more.” Another kiss. “Think she can take both of us at the same time?” As he said that, the dragon came a little bit, his knot swelling as if to tie with a slutty female and hose her womb with his seed, the fat loads spilling over the farmgirl, just a dozen but already she was a white statue writhing in pleasure as cum oozed into her far bigger pussy. “I think you like the idea.”

“Mmmh how could I not? It’s so damn wrong and lovely.” Shale murred and inched forward, his cock sliding against Kane’s, their flesh sharing heat for long, breathless moments as they positioned around each other properly.

In order to do what Kane wanted to do, the gryphon had slid out of her gullet and now the human was breathlessly, loudly licking their balls, moving from one fat nut to the other, the tastes of gryphon nutsack and the scaled pouch mixing with the raw one of gryph cock over and over, her throat dancing as she swallowed mouthfuls of sweat and liquid musk as they oozed down their orbs. Shale’s shaft was made to pierce and worm itself deep, the other stud’s was meant to stretch and turn anything into a gaping mess but somehow, mostly because of magic and the absolute sluttiness of the human, the two managed to shove both their cocks in at the same time. The girl had protested when they had denied her the pleasure of spit-shining their balls, but as her lips kissed flare and tapered cocktip at the same time, she found new toys to enjoy and suckle upon. For just a few seconds before her mouth was stretched oh so wide by a massive flare and the girth of the dragon’s thick, girthy cock.

“Ohhhhh fffuck…” Shale roared softly as he felt tightness around his shaft, greater than the smallest of dragonesses he’d ever bred though it was of a different kind, but the novelty of having another cock to share such a tight hole with… that was far more arousing. He could feel Kane’s flesh against his, feel its heartbeat and feel the pumps of precum through the four feet of plumbing as they both crammed every inch of sweaty, slick cockflesh together down to the hilt. “Fuck you feel pretty big.” The flare was the cherry on top for the big dragon, the softness of it and the way it expanded before every gush of gooey pre was downright amazing.

“S-same.” Even Kane couldn’t quite believe what he was feeling, chirping softly whenever the dragon pulled back, the ridges scraping against his flesh and making him wonder how it’d feel turning his pucker inside out. The knot too, it felt oh so big and hard, surely it’d do wonders even with a male. “Mmmh I won’t last long… she’s so tight…”

“Yeah… me too… gods you feel so big next to me…” The two kissed again, tongues dancing calmly while their hips swung back and forth with no regards for the woman they were turning into a cocksleeve. Their moans, grunts, chirps and pants echoed under the lewd plaps as their massive nuts crashed into the face of their pet, her nostrils treated to rare breaths full of dragon and gryphon ball musk with not a single molecule of fresh air to dampen the effects of their reek. “Fuck she’s cumming again.” Shale murred, parting with Kane’s tongue for a second to stare at the female and her gushing muff, the jets of ejaculate flying in the air for a couple feet with ease before splattering on the cummy hay at her feet, the scales around her folds spreading faster till her entire crotch was a pretty emerald and her clit had swollen massively, so sensitive she moaned as hard as she could when Kane flicked that sensitive nub with his beak. “She’s not gonna wear pants anymore if she’s this sensitive.”

“Better for her and the horses.” The two chuckled, their asses now moving together, stretching the girl’s gullet at the same time, the gryphon’s flare poking at the bottom of her stomach while the dragon’s knot hammered at her lips. Both of their shapes could be seen under her skin as well as the jets of precum fired from their tips. “Mmmh ok, I’m really about to burst…” Kane began to speed up, dragging Shale into a mad rhythm as their balls swung recklessly back and forth, droplets of liquid musk mixed with heavy beads of sweat flung everywhere and adding to the reek of studs in rut to the barn. “Wanna… wanna cum together?”

“F-fuck yeah.” Shale purred, throwing himself into another kiss, making the best of his far more nimble lips as he let the avian guide the tempo of their wild breeding, balls gurgling with louder, lewder groans, their cargo oh so dense. The dragon’s pair had many, many egg shapes begging to be laid, but without knotting he knew there’d be no way for him to actually get those into the woman, meaning he’d have to stay with those in his sack till he got his energy back later in the day. “MMMhhh…” Shale lost himself in the kiss, his entire world a flurry of tongue movements, frotting and gushing until he felt Kane’s cock throb, swell and fatten twice over, the flare locking the poor gryphon in place as he chirped, squawked and rolled his eyes back. With such a stiff, massive cock next to his knot, Shale felt himself cum from the sheer lewdness of it all, his balls churning.

The woman couldn’t be any less aware of what was happening to her, lost in a sea of musk, cocks, cum, sweat and stuffed beyond what mortals should have ever been able to reach. Her ass had been leaking precum for half an hour, well before the two had even come close to their orgasm, but the second their proper loads left their nuts, her gut ballooned twice its size, groaning, swelling, growing, an entire foot in a second, not a single droplet of cum spilling from her nostrils as the entirety of the two studs’ loads gushed out of her ass like a firehose, a near-solid beam of pearly white cum that she had no way to hold in even if she hadn’t been turned into a stretchy condom for their pleasure. Kane chirped, his flare so big it could be seen even with that massive gut around it, for just a second though, as their combined orgasm made it swell to the point that it was touching their bellies, the pressure only making the jet of cum denser and thicker. The gryphon was in heaven, but his pleasure grew even more as he felt hard shapes make their way down Shale’s ridged cockflesh, eggs, one after the other, brushing against his flare as they were dumped into her gut. One, two, three, ten, twelve… Shale was laying his cluch in her stomach, making the brood she’d lay at some point the weirdest, lewdest one in the history of the world. The gryphon came even harder, reaching a peak of such massive proportions it almost hurt to cum so hard, as he imagined that his seed would take root in the dragon’s eggs and fertilize them.

Minutes passed, slowly, like honey dripping from a spoon, their orgasm never waning in strength even after the last of Shale’s eggs left his nutsack and joined their tips in her gut, hosed, washed clean over and over with their seed as spunk rushed out by the dozen of gallons a second, an endless tide of white that had no way to get out except the woman’s eternally ruined ass, covering the ground in musky goo till the entire barn was nothing but a pool of mixed seed. Half an hour later, almost at the same time as if they had agreed upon beforehand, the two studs stopped cumming, pulling back at long last. The woman coughed and spunk started to flow from her mouth and nose now that they weren’t quite as plugged as before, gallons wasted onto cum-soaked hay. Eventually she shrunk to the point that her pregnancy became obvious: twenty eggs as big as her head crowding her stomach, a clutch oh so wrong and oh so wonderfully perverted the two almost got hard at the mere sight and concept of it. Fortunately for her, both were quite tired after cumming so hard and so many times one after the other, night was also nearing as the late afternoon sun started to say its goodbyes. Unfortunately for her, Shale was far too perverted to simply let her go with just that.

“MMh? What are you doing?” Kane asked when he saw the studly dragon lift his leg over the girl.

“Oh, just something I enjoy doing after a good breeding session.” The dragon chuckled and sighed, his cock twitching as a thick stream of piss left his bladder. Shale shuddered in relief. “Haven’t relieved myself since this morning before I met you.” He smiled wickedly, shaking his hips to thoroughly hose the girl in his waste, the jet of golden liquid adding to the reek on her and washing her of his seed at the same time. “Normally I’d also go for a ball polishing session, really give them a nice spitshine but dragonesses tend to be a little more resilient and this human seems far too tired and over-bred to do anything but lay there till it’s time to lay.” Shale chuckled at the raunchy pun. “Want to join? It’s not like she’s gonna smell any less of gryphon and dragon cum even if you do.”

“Sure, I’ve never indulged in such a perverted act…” Kane curiously joined, his somewhat stiff half-chub twitching, swaying and then shuddering as he relaxed his bladder as well as the gryphon aimed it at her. It had taken quite a while more than Shale for him to do that, clearly not used to the lewdness of relieving his loins on a breeding partner before. His waste was slightly more tangy, a deeper colour and far, far more violent, the girl immediately washed clean of seed only to be dirtied by it within a few seconds. “OOOhh lords above this is so nice… mmmhhh.” Kane chirped, rubbing his softening shaft on her slick skin as Shale pulled back and let his cock retreat back in its slit.

“Look who found a new fetish.” The dragon licked his lips and waited for the gryphon to stop, though he did not want to end his pleasure too soon. A minute later Kane was done and sighed, happy, content, empty in both sack and bladder. “Done?” The gryphon chirped happily. The two turned around, ready to leave at long last, only to be faced with a human, a male this time, older, still dressed in farmer attire who was staring at the two of them. Without a care, they winked at him and exited the ruined barn, leaving behind a far more ruined woman as their paws splashed in the spreading puddle of cum they had spilled.

“That was fun.” Kane chirped, rubbing his beak on Shale’s neck, huffing the stud’s scent deeply in a display of gryphon courtship and affection.

“Yeah, it was…” The dragon smiled once more, breaking past the flimsy wooden fence of the farm. The road led deeper into the forest on one end and into the village far away on the other, the lights of houses and a monastery perched atop a high hill visible from afar. His slit began bubbling with precum as he stared at his newfound lover and nodded at the human settlement. “Want to go for a few more rounds?”

“MMmh, let me think…” Kane chirped and slowed down enough to be behind Shale. The dragon purred lewdly as he felt a tongue lick his sack and a hard beak part his nuts, tiny huffs and wisps of air washing over his sensitive scaled orbs. The gryphon sniffed, licked, nuzzled and enjoyed the stench, weight of those heavy spheres, finding them oh so heavy still despite the ludicrously sizeable loads they had spilled. He lamented the lack of eggs brewing beneath the surface, his cock hardening instantly as he thought back to how the dragon had shoved them into the girl and made him feel each fat egg as they passed through that ridged beast of a cock. Kane snorted their musk, wings fluttering as he almost came from the thoughts and scents alone. That was a first even for him. With the smell of balls in his nares, Kane lifted his neck up and smirked. “How about a few dozen more rounds?”