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No Opportunity Wasted

Dragons may be fiercely territorial but they tend to travel a lot, especially at the change of the seasons when the weather gets too cold for them to handle. Some just curl up and hibernate deep in their caves, while most bury their hoard and fly to warmer climates. This year's winter shroud had taken a bit longer to cover the land, but Zala decided he was going to beat the chill and head south early. Having buried his stash deep in the mountain, he had taken off and was flying south for the winter.

The massive red drake had his wingtips spread as far as they would go as his wings caught each and every pocket of warm air that would lift him. He was hovering over the rocky cliffs of northern Kerolioa heading towards the temperate jungles of Saff'rald, using the thermals that billowed up from the many rocks to glide effortlessly through the sky. As his eyes scanned the ground for the biggest rocks and pathway that would hit the most thermals - or perhaps for a stray sheep or buffalo to eat - he saw something that caught his eye; something that didn't belong.

It was a green, wingless dragon hopping over the rocks as it made its way south. Looked like a male, but the faint scent that caught Zala's nostrils was clearly female.

Curious, he banked into a gentle arc and angled his wings into a gentle descent so he'd land right in front of the little green dragon. He didn't know what he was planning on doing, but that scent made him insanely curious, regardless of his intentions.

As he got closer, he noticed some similar features. Like him, this dragon had frills over his ear holes with yellow webbing, a pair of long horns, and a bit of a hook on his tail. If his eyes were correct, this was his hatchmate Greenwing!

"Zala!" The relatively small dragon called as he waved. "Is that you?"

With a final dip, Zala lurched downwards and landed softly on the rocks and grass of the top of the cliff, folding his wings on his back. "Yeah, it's me, mate! Is that you, Greenie?"

Greenwing nodded enthusiastically as he hopped forward to nuzzle into Zala's chest. "Yup, it's me! Long time no see!" He stepped back to get a better look at his bigger brother. Younger, but still bigger. "Man, you've grown so much since we last saw each other!" He looked up and down, jaw agape at the size difference.

"And you got....wingless!" Zala observed. "What the hell happened to your wings? Your name is Greenwing!"

Greenwing rolled his eyes and sighed deeply before lowering his head, sighing again, and looking back up at Zala, ready to tell a story he'd clearly told a few times. "Ceylon and I enjoyed a bit of a procedure, and I asked him to take the wings away." There was more to the story, but Green wasn't sure if Zala wanted to hear the juicy details.

Zala stared, licking his lips. "But why?"

"I don't like flying. Too much effort, and I spend most of my time in densely packed forests now; no need for them."

"Aaaha! Are you serious?" He laughed and poked at Greenwing, his massive talon nearly knocking the smaller dragon over. "Little Greenwing has no wings!"

"It was my choice, I'll have you know! Hmph!" Greenwing let out a little huff of smoke and raised his nose to walk around Zala, who turned and followed.

"So I bet you're wishing you kept the wings this time of year, eh mate?" Zala taunted.

"It's a touch inconvenient, I agree, but it's not the end of the world. I figure I'll just move to the jungles of Saff'Rald and stay there. I love it up here, but let's be honest it's not very becoming of a forest dragon who can't migrate and doesn't like the idea of getting fat and hibernating."

Zala huffed, a wisp of smoke curling up out of his nostrils. "I guess, but it still seems silly. Wings are useful!" He stretched his out to get a good look of them with a wide grin. His wing membrane was the perfect thickness that only a little of the sunlight made it through, lighting them up. "Can do all sorts of things with them, like...tackle my brother!" He pounced up and used one of his wings to roll Greenwing onto his side and pin him down. "Gotcha!"

"Ugh." Greenwing rolled his eyes then focused directly up at Zala. "You don't need to show off, you know. I know you're bigger than I am, you got all dad's size, I got stuck with mom's size." He growled again then bit down on the wing joint just enough to make his red brother pull his wing away and squeak!

"Hey! No need to be mean, man!"

"No need to show off!" Greenwing stuck his tongue out and rolled back onto his feet, happily trotting on, wing swaying happily as his horned nose was held high.

Zala caught another whiff of female, causing him to wrinkle his nose and shake his head a bit. "Man, I think there's a female nearby. I can smell her heat but I have no idea where that's coming from. I don't see any other dragons in the sky." He looked up and had another look to see if perhaps he'd missed a stray female.

"Actually, that's me." Greenwing muttered.

Zala could barely hear him. "Say again?"

"That scent. The female? It's me."

"What?" Zala stopped walking as he cocked his head to the side, squinting one eye in confusion. "Please explain."

Greenwing stopped in his tracks and had another deep sigh before turning around to look at his brother. "Let's just say Ceylon is a bit of a trickster. Nice guy, but he loves to mess with people if he gets a chance."

"So, you're saying Ceylon turned you into a girl?"

"Siiiigh. Yes, that's what I'm saying. And to make it worse, when he did the transformation, he turned me into a female in heat. Which is why I'm...." He stopped mid-sentence. Without warning, his brother had crept forward and buried his snout underneath Greenwing's tail. "Excuse me, Zala, do you mind not...doing that?"

The much larger drake ignored Greenwing's pleas. Instead, he nuzzled up more and enjoyed a deep, long inhalation that practically put the female's scent on the back of his tongue. His vigor even lifted Greenwing's backside a full foot off the ground. "Well, you're right, that's definitely where the smell is coming from!" Zala confirmed.

Greenwing placed both of his hind claws on either side of Zala's muzzle and pushed off, launching up and landing face to face with his brother. "Please don't do that...it's not pleasant."

"How is it not pleasant? You said yourself that you are in heat. Aren't you just a little bit curious?" Zala trotted around to behind Greenwing again, but Green kept spinning to keep his hind end facing away from the red drake.

"Well, I suppose I am, but...."

"No butts. Just experimental dragon pussy!"

"That's a terrible pun."

"You're a terrible female. No female in heat can withstand this stud of a drake!" He raised his head and smiled, one eye still looking over his muzzle to stare at Green.

"I'm not a female, I just have female parts." Greenwing was starting to get a bit grumpy over the whole ordeal. Deep down inside, his loins were begging to be ravaged by a dominant drake, but not one as big as his own hatchmate! Zala was twice as tall and four times as long as he was! There was no way it was safe to let something like THAT in his underdeveloped slit! He was practically a virgin!

"Come on, it's not like you have to keep the eggs!" Zala urged, leaning in to push Greenwing to the side with his head.

"Actually, I'll have you know my body won't form eggs. The transformation is only temporary and will only last a couple weeks total, so just a little over a week from now I'll be packing twin rockets like a sir!"

Zala's ear frills fluttered as he smiled. "So what's the issue? You have a glorious smelling slit, I have an eager cock, and it'd be a shame to miss such a wonderful opportunity, don't you think?"

Greenwing locked his jaw and stared up at Zala, mulling over the options. He really, really wanted to take his parts for a ride, but he'd tried using things on his hole recently and found it to be really tight. He didn't think for a second it'd be safe. "I...I want to, you know? But look at you! You may be a hatchmate of mine, but you're so much bigger than me! You'd rip me in half!" He curled his tail underneath himself between his legs to protect himself from the ravaging he was imagining getting bestowed on his hind end.

"Oh come now, Greenie! I've been with smaller females than you! Promise, girl parts are supposed to stretch. How do you think our kind lay such big eggs?"

"Those are females with experience, I'm practically prepubescent! I've used my claws to rub and that's basically it! My slit is a newb!"

"So you're a virgin?"

The smile dropped from Greenwing's face. He'd not thought of it like that! He was practically a virgin in this form, and no dragon could possibly resist a virgin of any species, so there was no way he was winning this argument now. It didn't matter what he said at this point, he feared Zala would take him whether he offered it or not. He just stared up at his brother, unable to say anything.

"What's the matter? Afraid to take a powerful drake's cock? Is it too big for you?" Zala taunted. He knew he'd won, and this time it wasn't because he was bigger.

"Damn you and your virgin clause." Greenwing mumbled as he plopped his rear down on the grass. He was beaten at two different angles. Knowing that, in this situation, he was a virgin female and that he'd been formally challenged by his own hatchmate, he knew damn well he had to let his brother mount, now! He hopped a few steps forward to wrap his front claws around his brother's front claw.

"Are....are you trying to hump my leg? If so, you're doing it wrong." Zala pointed out, somewhat confused about what was going on.

"No, you big lug, I'm trying to make you roll onto your side. If I'm going to let you have a piece of this, we're going at my speed."

Slowly but with a hint of excitement, Zala curled up his wings and rolled to his side then back, leaving all four claws pointed at the sky as his brother/sister hopped up on his belly. "Well, don't make me wait too long!" Zala urged, his tail swaying back and forth to bat pebbles and rocks across the clifftops.

Greenwing spun around and glared at Zala with eyes of poison. He leaned over and spat a wad of acid at a nearby rock then glared at Zala again. "We go at my pace, understand?" He licked his chops to clear his maw of the acid before turning back to the engorged slit between Zala's legs. Nuzzling at it as though digging for treasures with his snout horn.

Zala's lower body tensed up as he got a good, long look at the moist horizontal slit splayed out on the underside of his brother's - no, sister's - belly. He couldn't help but lick his own maw, hoping for an opportunity to nuzzle into that juicy passage and get a taste. Hesitantly, he brought a claw up to lift Greenwing's tail, which made his sibling to turn back around with another glare, bits of Zala's slit-fluids dripping off his muzzle.

"Scuse me!" He growled.

"What? I just want to get a better look! No need to be shy about it if it's not really your parts." Zala explained.

Content with his hatchmate's justification, Greenwing turned back around to bury his muzzle into the slit, nuzzling back and forth until he felt the tip of his brother's shaft, which he prodded at to make it pop out of its confines, splashing some fluid all over the drake's belly. "Admittedly I'm a little disappointed you weren't hard as a rock already, Zala!" Greenwing teased as he wagged his hips. "I know hist how horny of a beast you truly are!"

"Uh, well I, um....You know, it's kinda weird. I mean, it's super hot, but you're still different so it's weird." Zala stumbled over his words as he tried to explain why the situation was appealing yet awkward. "I guess I'm just a little bit nervous."

"No need to be shy, really. Just, let's have some fun! What harm could come of it since my form is temporary! And besides, this was your idea; why get cold claws now?" He pressed his paws down on either side of his brother's open slit, pulling the skin down to expose every inch of Zala's member. It was a glorious monolith of manhood, with a gently pointed tip and lined with ridges along its bulging shaft. Similar to his own, but notably different. "You know, I've never actually seen what you were packing before. Very different from my own; why do you only have one?"

Zala arched his back to look down over his belly at Greenwing. "You have two?"

"Well yeah, two, and I don't have such a pronounced bulge in the shaft. Man, I can only imagine how good that must feel to slide in once the thickest part slips into m...." He stopped mid-sentence, eyes wide as he realized what he was saying. "Erm, I mean, uh, lucky girls you get with!"

"Hah!" Zala burst out, laughing as his tail flicked erratically. He wiped his brow with one claw as he let his laughter die down. "This is awesome!"

Greenwing let out a deep growl as he stared at the glistening pink tip of his brother's massive cock. He was a little upset that Zala was so intent on laughing at him over this, but deep down inside he just really, really wanted that cock in him. It looked too big to fit, but that tip looked like it'd slip in nicely!

"Are you eyeing my junk?" Zala accused, poking Green on the rump. "If you are, keep in mind that eye-fucking isn't nearly as fun as actual fucking."

Quickly, Greenwing spun around and trotted down Zala's chest to look him directly in the eye. "Look here, Zala, I don't want to make this any weirder than it is, so let's just calm down and let me go at my own pace. Try keeping quiet, or you'll ruin the mood. I don't want to have to spit at you!"

"Hmph, Females. You can't ruin my mood. Just sit on my lap and I'll go till you're filled and bloated!" He put both his hands on Green's shoulders and gently pushed down on his hatchmate.

Thinking quick, Greenwing chomped down on Zala's wrist, forcing the bigger brother to cringe and let go.

"Hey!"

"My. Own. Pace." Greenwing warned. "Just, hands off, I'll get there, don't worry!" Cautiously, he wiggled his rump as he stepped backward, keeping his tail raised to aim his moist slit right at that gloriously tapered cock tip. He got another look at Zala, who had his foreclaws up at his chest and had his eyes wide in a puppy dog stare as he licked his wrist. He nodded and turned back to the rod of flesh that was only inches from his opening.

"I promise it won't bite." Zala urged.

"No, but I will if you keep talking!"

"Eep!" Zala covered his maw and let Greenwing do his thing.

"Alright now, how does one go about this? Do I just sit on it? Do I push against it and grind until it pops?" He looked up to Zala, who just shrugged his shoulders, claws over his muzzle. "Fine, let's do this." With a tender, delicate ease, he pushed back until he felt his hatchmate's hot flesh pressing against his own. He felt it part his ventral scales ever so gently as he applied pressure; the sensations urged his tail up high over his back, a position that seemed to literally pry his scales away from each other to expose his pink canal to Zala's eager rod.

"Well, that's not so bad." Green sighed as he took in a deep breath, repositioned himself with the tip still resting between his gently gaped open bellyscales, and leaned back. He felt his flesh stretch a bit, but not nearly enough to envelop his brother's ridged glans. He tried to push down on it, but it just wouldn't go any deeper! "Wait, that's it?" Greenwing moaned. "I wanted more than that!"

Zala, still too afraid to speak a word, gently arched his back to thrust his hips upwards, forcing his cock to press against Green's open and eager slit, but instead of slipping between hot folds, it just pushed Green off balance, making the wingless dragon fall on his chest.

"Hey! What did I tell you about going at my own pace?" He chastised his younger brother.

"I was just trying to help, and you're wet as a mare down there, so you're obviously enjoying yourself!" He protested, then slapped his claws back over his muzzle to silence himself.

Greenwing glared and clamped his jaw shut, staring for a moment before saying anything. "Fine, but next time please do give me a bit of warning so I can push back."

Zala nodded rapidly.

"Alright then, let's try this again." Greenwing got back in position and lifted his tail, backing up slowly until the meaty shaft once again pressed against his opening. "Alright, now thrust gently, please."

Zala did as he was told, slowly but forcefully lifting his hips. Greenwing stood his ground and pushed back until he felt that bulbous tip burst into him.

For a quick moment, his vision went blurry as a bolt of pain shot up his spine and down his tail. A deep, unsettling sensation that made him feel like he had to throw up for a split second as his pussy opening quivered at the sensation of massive, throbbing flesh pulsating inside it. He curled his toes and pulled away, a grimace on his face. "Owowowowowow! Get it out!" He dug his claws into Zala's belly scales and tugged, the ridges of Zala's cock-head catching on the inside of his ventral scales before popping out, leaving the little wingless dragon curled up on his brother's belly, whimpering meekly as his tail tensed up to cover and protect his opening.

"You okay?" Zala choked out, bringing a single claw up to stroke at Greenwing's frills.

"Nnnngph!" Green grunted as he curled up tighter. His vent was on fire, his flesh hot and walls quivering. It felt like he'd been stabbed, but as the pain subsided it was replaced with a gentle burning pleasure and desire. His gut was filled with a deep pain, yet he wanted it again.

"You sure we can do this? I mean, I want to, but you seem in pain!" Zala cooed at his brother, stroking at Green's neck and shoulder nubs.

"I can do it." Green grunted as he got back to his feet, hind legs shaking in fear and anticipation. "No, HAVE to do it now!" He got back up to his feet on Zala's belly, taking in a deep breath as he tensed his rump muscles to prepare himself again. His legs were shaking and his hips were weak, but he was determined to do it now!

"Are you sure? I mean, that looked painful!"

"Nevermind, let's just do this!" Greenwing demanded, shuffling back until he was hovering over Zala's now-flaccid but still exposed cock. "Don't be a wimp, get hard for me!"

"But..."

"Come on, I have to be stuffed now, I got an appetizer, now I want the whole thing!" Greenwing grinned deviously, his shiny teeth exposed to the midday sun. His eyes were intense and narrowed as he lowered his hips, feeling the warmth of Zala's still flaccid length smearing sticky fluids between his legs and along his belly scales.

Zala blinked, unable to really respond or do anything in return. He stared directly into his hatchmate's intense eyes as his nethers stirred. He could feel his cock begin to throb rhythmically with each heartbeat, growing thicker, longer, firmer, and more defined with every pump. Before long, his ruby red shaft was squished between the two of them, a single bead of fluid dribbling out the tip.

"That's more like it!" Greenwing declared, arching his back to rub his ventral slit up and down the ridged length. Bits of the larger dragon's member caught and tugged on the lips of Greenwing's scales, tickling him gently.

Eager and pent up, Zala gently placed his foreclaws on each of Greenwing's shoulders and pulled him up, repositioning the wingless dragon's rump right at the end of his member.

"That's more like it." Greenwing cooed.

Not wanting to mince words, Zala pushed down as he arched his back, slipping his pointed tip between the tight ventral scales of his hatchmate with ease. He heard a low growl as Greenwing grit his teeth and squinted his eyes, lowering his head like a femme dragon. He didn't want to waste an opportunity, so he pushed up just a little harder, feeling more of his length inching into the tight orifice. He paused a moment, waiting for some response from Greenwing; perhaps a protest or warning. Instead, Greenwing smiled gently, panting as his tongue lolled out.

"Come on, don't stop there!" He urged in between breaths.

"But, doesn't this hurt?" Zala whispered, a touch concerned.

With body shivering in delight, Greenwing let out a deep growl. "Well, yeah, it does a bit, but it's a good pain. A raw pain that's slowly feeling better."

He tried to push in just a touch deeper, but found his brother's canal to be entirely too tight to be enjoyable, like a clamp. Unsure of what to do next, Zala slowly slipped his length out, relishing the sensations and wet sounds as one ridge after another slipped from the tight canal with a juicy pop.

"Hey! I said go deeper!" Protested Green. "Don't give up on me now!"

"Shush you. Trust me." With a bap on the nose, Zala shut his brother up, still tugging on his member to spill more of their combined fluids over his belly.

"Unh! Ngggph!" Greenwing whimpered gently as each ridge of Zala's member popped out of him. "Zala...just, don't leave me needy!"

With a snort, Zala rested his front claws on either side of Greenwing's hips and each of his back claws on the earth beneath him for support before thrusting upwards, his length ravaging the meek canal of his brother's cloaca. In it slipped, one inch at a time until the girth stopped at a wall. The bulge in his member was resting against the firm bones of his brother's hips. Undeterred, he pulled himself out again so only the tip was resting inside the tenderized flesh before pushing it all back in.

Greenwing's eyes rolled back in his skull as his tongue flopped out. He laid his chest down flat against Zala's, clawing and nibbling at his brother's wide belly scales. He kept his hips raised and legs spread, pushing back against Zala with every thrust. He felt the widest part of the bulge pressing against his hips with every assault but nothing stopping it from progressing deeper, so he knew he had room to spare inside, even if his hips were preventing thicker parts from penetrating. His backside was hot with friction as his brother pounded him, one thrust after another. He was generating plenty of lubricant to ease the massive shaft's passage, but it was just too big for him! His own fluids weren't enough!

"A-are you okay?" Zala panted, slowing down his thrusts to get a good look at Greenwing.

"I'm fine. Just - I don't know. I want more, but it hurts."

Zala was taken aback. In a sudden motion, he pulled Greenwing off his throbbing member, leaving a trail of juices across his belly scales leading from his cock tip to Greenwing's exposed vent. "Well, if it still hurts, why are you doing it?" His member was already shrivelling.

"Chur?" Greenwing looked back at Zala's glistening shaft then back into his eyes, his own saucers quivering as his gaze went soft. "But, I need it. I want it."

"But you're in pain. I can't keep going if you're holding back tears!" He gave Green a gentle lick on the snout.

"I don't care. I really don't care about that. I just want it in me. I want your seed, I want to be filled right up by you. The pain, it's a nice pain, really. It hurts, but it's so very satisfying regardless."

The two stared intently at one another for a straight minute, unsure of how to proceed. Green kept wiggling back and forth on his hind legs, shifting from foot to foot as Zala's chest raised and lowered steadily.

Breaking the silence, Zala spoke up. "Fine. I'll have another go, but I get to decide the position." He declared.

"Agreed! So what do you want me to do?"

"Get off my belly. Go lay on your back in the grass." He said, pointing his nose towards a small patch of grass surrounded by rocks near the cliff.

Uncharacteristically obedient, Greenwing hopped down off Zala and hobbled over to the patch of grass, hind end shaking weakly as he did so. "This is an odd feeling, that's for sure."

"What is?" Zala asked as he rocked his body to get back up on his feet.

Greenwing, in turn, curled up to roll onto his side, rubbing his sides on the grass with legs in the air. "This hypersensitivity in my nethers. It hurts, it feels almost like it's on fire and the stretching makes me a little uneasy, but it's so pleasing, and I want more. I feel tender and weak, but so eager to do it again. I almost feel sorry for females."

Amused, Zala laughed. "Heh, don't feel too sorry for them. Trust me, it's not supposed to hurt, most females are more my size."

"But it hurts so good. I don't mind." He waggled his hips and flicked his tailspade. "So when are you gonna have another go? Don't leave me hangin'!"

"Sigh. Fine."

"What do you mean 'sigh'?"

"Nothing, I just wasn't sure if I was going to continue."

Greenwing glared at Zala. "No, you said you'd finish, even if you have to rush it, I just want you to finish. It's rude to leave your partner hanging. Blue 'nads are the worst. I'm a dude, too, I know what it's like."

"I know you know, but I don't wanna hurt you."

"Hmph. Look, consider it a challenge. I can't not finish, and neither can you." Greenwing accused. "So get over here, and finish what you started or I'll be forced to use my tail." He gave his tail spade another flick for emphasis.

Still reluctant, Zala trotted over to his brother and stood over him, front claws on either side of Green's spade-tipped tail. He looked around and over the cliffs, focusing intently on the sounds of waves crashing down below, the scent of ocean breeze. There were huge boulders strewn about the clifftop, but he and his brother were on a patch of grass free of rocks. It was an oddly convenient location, given the circumstances and abundance of rocks. As he scanned the horizon, he saw a figure as large as he on a faraway clifftop. As he focused his gaze, he saw that it was a black and white striped gryphon. "Seems we're being watched!" Zala mused as he pointed his snout towards the gryphon in the distance.

Greenwing writhed about beneath Zala, turning his head to get a better look, but his vision wasn't nearly as keen as Zala's, who - as a flyer - had much better long distance senses. "Just a bird. Let him watch, I just want that cock of yours in me, filling me with your see-" He stopped, mid-sentence. "What am I saying?"

"Turns out you really want my cock." Zala laughed, prodding at Green's belly.

"But, I'm not that kind of dirty talker."

"You've been saying stuff like that ever since I noticed you were female. Must be the pheromones." Zala shrugged, ruffling his wings in the cool sea breeze. "So let's just not worry about who said what and let's have some fun!" He rammed his muzzle right up in between Greenwing's legs, nuzzling at the soaking wet opening, letting out a gentle growl as he stuck his tongue out to get a taste.

Greenwing, taken aback by this sudden assault of the tongue, tensed up so suddenly that his knees gripped on Zala's head, pressing the larger drake's ear flaps tight against his neck .

He certainly didn't mind. Instead, it just urged him to nuzzle in deeper, wiggling his head back and forth as he mumbled, his warm breath tickling at Green's tender belly scales; his tongue continued to explore around the parted lips, never quite penetrating but instead trailing around in circles and prodding at the tender pink flesh hidden beneath the ventral scales.

"Oooohhng!" Green mumbled, back arched and neck craned as his claws idly curled in the air, tail aflutter. His lips curled up and his tongue tensed in attempted vocalizations, but nothing more than a garbled murmur came out.

Looking up from his appetizer, tongue still lashing about around Green's nether lips, Zala smiled and laughed, content with his experienced tongue's work. He brought up a single claw to pry away Green's anterior ventral scale, peeling it upwards to expose the ring of tender, quivering flesh just a few inches inside. He knew he had to force his dick past that point if he wanted to finish, so he needed to ensure it was as slick as can be. Eager not only to please but to prepare his hatchmate's body, he plunged his tongue in deep, angling his head so that all of his draconian saliva trailed down the length of his oral muscles and right onto the exposed flesh, which he used his tongue to smear around and force in deeper.

Greenwing was in conniptions. His lower half was writhing gently on the soft grass, tail trying to flick back and forth underneath Zala's belly but barely moving. He was grabbing idly at the tufts of grass with his front claws, and he could even feel his wing nubs twitching, scraping a set of small holes in the dirt. His tongue lolled out, leaving a steady stream of his own drool trailing down his cheek and neck.

"Enjoying yourself?" Zala mumbled as he licked his chops and looked up from Green's pussy.

But Green couldn't answer. Instead he just groggily nodded his head.

"I'll take that as a yes." Confident, Zala got up and stepped over Green, positioning his hips to line up perfectly with his brother's incrediby slicked up vent. "You ready?"

Greenwing whimpered.

"Okay then." Taking his time, Zala shifted from hindclaw to hindclaw, getting lower every time until he felt his throbbing member press its pointed tip up against Greenwing's lip-scales. The larger dragon pressed a single foreclaw down on his brother's chest, holding him in place as he arched his back, forcing himself past her tight opening. His member popped in with relative ease, but her ring of flesh clamped onto his length in between two ridges, holding him in place. Greenwing was gritting his teeth amidst a whimer as he tried not to cry out. "You sure you're okay?" Zala inquired, nuzzling gentle at Green's neck.

"Just push! Stop asking me if I'm okay and just assume I am! If I scream then pull out, until then, assume I'm one of your normal partners!" Greenwing lashed out, accompanied by a fiery glare.

"Okay! Okay..." Not wanting to question Green's resolve again, Zala pushed down harder on his brother's chest as he tensed up his nethers, forcing himself in deeper. His bulge slid up to her tight ring of virginal flesh only to stop dead.

"Mrrr!" Greenwing insisted between grit teeth.

Sighing, Zala took in a deep breath and pushed again; the pressure of his thrust and the tightness of Greenwing's uneducated opening resulted in the little green dragoness scuttling backwards across the grass before loosening up just enough to let Zala's ridged bulge slide in, his bulge compressing to slide past her opening and re-inflate inside her!

"OooOOOOOOOoooHHH!" Greenwing let out a howl as his nethers exploded. It felt like he was laying an egg in reverse as his bellyscales curled up inside as the larger drake's member was forced into him. His entire canal was alight with various explosions and sensations. His opening was on fire with friction due to the bulge that had quite violently forced its way into him; his flesh was quivering and felt like it was growing weak and the muscles were giving out; deep inside him there was a dull pain as Zala's member poked at his firm cervix; and the most pleasant sensation was an intense pleasure emanating from within, a hypersensitive patch a few inches in on his anterior wall.

This was what it was like to be bred!

"D-Don't stop!" Greenwing whimpered as his voice cracked.

Unwittingly obedient not only to the whimpers of an eager dragoness but also the thick sweet aroma that wafted up from between them. His mind glazed over as his more feral nature took over and he bit down hard on Green's neck, holding him in place as he splayed out his wings to cover his prize, forcing himself in as deep as he could, grunting as he arched his back in quick jerky moments until his bellyscales were gently pressed against his dragoness's.

Green whimpered as her cavernous walls shook in delight, barely able to contain the massive throbbing rod of ruby red flesh that was beating her into submission. The teeth buried into her neck scales pinched, but it didn't hurt and they weren't drawing blood, so it only enhanced the sensation of having her nethers ravaged. HIS nethers ravaged.

There was a split second of insecurity as the purely male part of Greenwing's brain took over and he realized how odd it was that he'd settled so comfortably into the role of dragoness, but then the hormones took back over and he was not only okay with being on the bottom, but wanted more! Curling his claws up around Zala's thighs, green pulled himself upward to feel more of that throbbing meat inside him, pulsating in time with his own rapid heartbeat as his eyes rolled back up in his head, tongue still lolling out and slapping against this lip and cheek.

Having slipped into ferality, Zala let out a deep growl as he jerked his hips forward, feeling Green's tight flesh sliding over his ridges. His hot breath tickled at Greenwing's ear frills and his body held her down tight to the ground so she couldn't escape, covering her completely. His wings were shuddering with each violent thrust that jerked the female across the ground below him, which he had to scute along to keep up with. His loving was hard and rough, but also quick; his ridges slid in and out of the meaty tight flesh, each thrust spewing drops of combined fluids all over her tail and the grass beneath as he neared climax.

Sensing a quick increase in powerful thrusts, Greenwing clenched up her canal as tight as she could to hold the aggressive drake's member inside her, her tight but ravaged rim of flesh clamping down on the underside of one of his cock ridges to lock him in.

He gave one final thrust to push against her, a mass of the green one's neck flesh caught between his jaws as bits of smoke billowed out from his throat and nostrils. He could feel her weakened and quivering flesh trembling around his member as she desperately tried to remain tight; his own cock was throbbing vigorously as the cum began to flow. First a thin wave of gooey precum slid out his member to splash against her deepest walls, slicking them up for the milky streams of thick dragon seed that erupted inside of her.

Greenwing let out another pained howl of pleasure as she felt the warm fluids filling her up. With her hatchmate's massive bulged member stuck in her, throbbing rhythmically, none of his seed was able to escape between her flesh and his, so as he pumped more into her, she felt it slipping in deeper, filling her clutch.

As Zala's climax waned, he regained a hint of composure and released her neck scales. He shook his primal urges off as his hips tensed and another wave of seed flowed into Greenwing's depths. Realizing just how rough he'd been, he leaned down and gave Green's neck a nuzzle, licking it better as he folded his wings back up, exposing the two of them to the elements once again.

Greenwing, however, was in pure orgasmic bliss. The pleasure of being filled had took over her body and she was laying weak, unable to do anything more than writhe in pleasure as the intense pleasure of friction tingled up his spine.

After a moment of united bliss, Zala pulled his body away and Greenwing rest his hindclaws on Zala's thighs, pushing off with one lurch as the drake's waning member slipped out with a gentle pop, followed by a stream of cum, leaving the most glorious of sloppy cream pies.

"Let me take care of that." Zala offered as he leaned down, giving Green's vent a lick, cleaning up the leaking seed. He instantly took note of just how much looser she'd gotten after his vigorous reaming. She wasn't as eager to let him clean his mess, however.

Resisting, she placed a single hindleg against his forehead and pushed him away as she curled up, rolled around, and rubbed her back along the soft grass. She could feel the seed sloshing around in her as she did so. "Hmmm!" She moaned happily.

"Are you so sure that's the best of ideas? Don't want to maybe push some of it out or let me clean you up and out?" Zala offered as he sat on his haunches, using his foreclaws to express himself. His cock was slowly slipping back up into its slit.

"Hnnnnnope. Just lemme have my..." He paused to keep rolling around before finishing his sentence. "Lemme have my time."

Zala shrugged and wiggled his hips to let the last of his member disappear into him. He cocked his head to the side to get a better look at the cherry pink flesh that was slowly being covered by her ventral scales. As he was staring, he saw motion out of the corner of his eyes, drawing his attention to a gryphon that had launched off the cliff in the distance and was now Soaring away southward past the two of them.

Greenwing, having finally come to his senses as the black and white gryphon got closer to them, finally realized who it was. "Hey! Get back here!" He shouted as he jumped to his feet and pounced at the cliff, tail jerking spastically.

The gryphon flew right past without a single word. Greenwing turned to Zala, who had one eyebrow raised. "What's that all about?"

"That was Ceylon, the devious gryphon who made me this way." He muttered, then rolled back on his side, relishing the sensation of the grass tickling his scales.

"You know, I could take you to go see him. Looks like he's flying the same direction as we are." He kept his eyes on the gryphon that was slowly getting smaller in the distance. Got a good look at the gryphon's poofy tail.

"Naw, I just don't see the point, really."

"That's okay. Well, either way, I really need to be heading south if I want to get where I'm going. Got a lot of awesome stuff to do. Want to join me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Join me. Hop up onto my back, hold onto your butts, and make sure you don't dribble cum all over my hind end. You can fly with me!" Zala puffed out his chest, proud of his offer.

Greewing paused a moment, staring up at his bigger brother with a dull gaze. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do it or not. Cautiously, he accepted. "Okay, I'll give this a shot, but if you do one barrel roll, I'm biting your neck so hard your head will fall off!"

"AAA! No, not little Greenwing threatening me with his meek weak jaws!" Zala mocked.

"Just get down here, we have a lot to catch up on; lots of things to discuss not related to sex or my temporary change. Hows Alruxi? She still dating that snake saurossin?" Greenwing asked casually as Zala got down onto all fours and crouched, letting him hop up onto his back.

"Oh, naw, she's moved on. Something about the snake eating their first batch of eggs!"

"Oh no! How...wait, no, that's not that terrible. Damn these female hormones." Greenwing mumbled as he laid down flat against Zala's back, using his foreclaws to grab a hold of Zala's thick neck. His own chin was resting on Zala's spine.

"Heh, are you sure this change is temporary? You've already gone soft on me in more ways than one!" Zala teased before hopping off the cliff face, spreading his wings and catching a thermal that was rising off the rocks beneath him. As he glided out over the sea, he had to flap hard to overcome the cool sea air, but after a few minutes of gliding, flapping, and finding just the right thermals, he was happily gliding high in the sky, little Green resting on his back beneath his wings as they both headed south for the winter season.