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Avrid growled as he stalked through the grass. The blue-scaled dragon had been humiliated by his nest-brother for the last time. Just because he had hatched three minutes earlier, Nyker thought that he had total dominion over his ever-so-slightly younger nest-brother, but Avrid had had enough. The time of constantly cowering in fear had come to an end, for he had come to the edge of the wildlands to put an end to his problems once and for all.

The dragon knew that if any of his tribe ever discovered where he had come, he would be banished from their territory without a second thought, but he knew it was worth the risk. His scaled muzzle was fixed in a mischievous grin, growing ever wider the more he thought about the possibilities that awaited him and his nest-brother.

He had come to the great human wizard, whose true name had been forgotten by history, but was simply known to dragon and human alike as The Master. Living in an old, rickety tower that looked like it had no right in continuing to remain upright, The Master welcomed any mortal creature in to his domain, so long as they were willing to prove that their quest was a true and noble cause.

Avrid had been somewhat surprised that The Master had considered his quest noble. The sneering, snooty human had sat quietly and listened to his story, not at all fearful of the scaled creature that was easily twice his height. Once Avrid had finished his tale of woe, the human had held out his hand and pottered inside his swaying tower, returning with a small bean. Get his nest-brother to consume the bean, and he would find Nyker aptly humiliated.

Thanking the human, Avrid had started to make his way back to his tribe, contemplating the strange behaviour of The Master. The dragon had truly expected he would need to trick his way into getting what he wanted, but the human had been quite amenable to his situation. Avrid couldn't help but be troubled by that, and the thought weighed heavily on his mind as he walked back, holding the bean in his forepaw the whole time.

He couldn't stop thinking about what the bean was going to do to his nest-brother. The Master hadn't told him, expect that it would bring Nyker enough humiliation that he would never again bully Avrid.

Pausing for a little while, Avrid held the bean out in front of his face, wings twitching on his back as he inspected it. His tail swished, spines dragging over the dead leaves that had gathered on the ground.

The bean didn't really smell of anything, certainly nothing that his nose could discern. For the first time he wondered if he in fact been duped by the wizard, that this was all just some fancy joke the human had made. He growled, imagining the human scrying him right now, laughing as he watched how the foolish dragon had truly believed that he'd ever be able to humiliate his older nest-brother.

Without a second thought, Avrid threw the bean into his mouth and crunched on it. It disintegrated the moment his teeth touched it, leaving a tasteless powder on his mouth with quickly dissolved in his saliva. Nothing. Avrid scoffed, having half a mind to return back to The Master and give him a few swipes with his claws, but decided against it. The day was already dragging on, and he didn't want to get back to the tribe after dark, or else questions would be asked of his whereabouts.

Grunting to himself, Avrid flared his wings and took to the air, his spines scattering a few twigs that had become entwined in them from his constant tail-swishing. Some of the sticks and leaves still resolutely clung to his scales, but a half hour of flight would ensure they all blew away in the wind.

He landed back in his tribe's territory not long before sunset. With an annoyed swipe of his paw, he brushed away the last of the leaves and sticks that had somehow refused to loosen their grip on his tail spines. Sure enough, almost the moment he landed Avrid caught sight of Nyker, the copper dragon swaggering over in his direction.

“What's the matter, Av? Fly through a bush did you?" Nyker called out. Avrid noticed he'd polished his horns again, likely to impress the tittering dragonesses just behind him. Sometimes Avrid envied the females of their lack of spines and horns, as they never had to worry about random detritus getting caught up in them.

“Leave me alone Nyker," Avrid mumbled, dejected and in no mood to exchange insults with his nest-brother.

As Nyker approached, the witty retort on his tongue slipped away, a confused frown replacing his confident smirk. The copper sniffed at the air, tilting his head towards his nest-brother. That distraction gave Avrid the opportunity he needed to barge his way past Nyker, for once his nest-brother not attempting to stop him.

In fact, the copper didn't even attempt to follow Avrid at all, letting the blue make his way unmolested towards his small cave in the foothills of the nearby mountains. A few other dragons lifted their heads in confusion as he passed, but Avrid paid them no heed. He just wanted to get home and vent some of his frustrations that his plan had been so easily foiled by a simple prank played by a tricky human.

His cave was simple, with just a few soft rugs to adorn the floor and provide some warmth and comfort in the cold winter months that were approaching. It was all any dragon really needed. Once he had a mate, he would no longer have any concerns about how cold and lonely it was this close to the mountains, as he would find all the distraction he could ever need in his mate.

Slumping down on one of the rugs, Avrid kept a keen ear out for any possible intruders near his cave. All was silent but for the wind and occasional cry of a hunting bird.

With a gentle sigh, Avrid reached down towards his crotch, eager to tease out his cock and work out his frustrations that way. The moment a claw touched his genital slit, he realised something wasn't quite right. He'd never felt that strange tingle of pleasure just from touching his slit before, and it felt unusually empty, almost like his cock wasn't sheathed within. Rubbing back a little further, he couldn't even feel the slight bulge of his balls either.

Laying fully on his back and spreading his hind legs, Avrid stared down at his crotch, two clawed fingers prodding and poking at his soft scales. Then he pulled and parted his slit ever so slightly, making him gasp in shock at the feelings that sent tingling up his spine. A waft of a very familiar scent reached his nose.

His mouth went dry as he thought of the bean he had quite willingly eaten. Maybe the human hadn't been playing a joke after all. This was what The Master had meant by humiliating his nest-brother, only he had inflicted the punishment upon himself. His eyes widened as he recalled how Nyker had looked at him, nostrils flared.

“Oh Gods," Avrid groaned. Nyker knew. He had to have recognised the scent. The smell of a female.

His paw went to his head, feeling the horns and spines that adorned his crest. At least he still had those, though they felt like poor consolation for the loss of the one part that made him truly male. Horns and spines were used for dominance over other males and impressing females, but without a cock how could he truly consider himself male?

And yet, if he truly despised it, why were his two fingers still there, teasing wide his feminine slit, rubbing ever so gently and realising just how nice that felt. His slit felt so soft and warm against the hardness of his fingers, slightly rough scales almost perfectly textured to provide stimulation. He couldn't help but close his eyes and lean his head back, letting off a few whimpers of loss and pleasure.

Slowly, his fingers started to probe a little deeper, before almost without his input, his tail arched up. His tip rubbed and prodded against his slit. Moving his fingers out the way, Avrid pushed in with his tail, spreading his slit wide as he started to fuck himself with his own tail.

He no longer cared how loud he was being. Nor did he even care that he had to go back to the human and try to reverse this, he was completely lost in the pleasure of what he was feeling. His mind was completely unprepared for just how good it felt, feeling the rough scales rubbing against the soft and warm insides of his slit, his juices already starting to flow and make his tail damp with his arousal.

Pumping his tail into his slit hard and fast, it wasn't long before he cried out in total pleasure, a loud roar echoing through his cave as he endured his first female orgasm. His head collapsed back against his rugs, eyes still closed as he felt his inner walls pulse softly against his tail, buried deep inside his slit. He could feel his juices trickle down his scales, dripping down onto the stone floor of the cave.

Panting, Avrid slowly withdrew his tail. The only sound he could hear was his blood pumping through his ears. He couldn't recall anything ever having felt so good before.

“In heat are you, nest-brother?"

Avrid's eyes snapped open.

Nyker was stood at the entrance to his cave.

Never before had the copper's grin been wider.

“Oh Gods…"