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Shifting Roles

Tritus had been waiting for this day all week; he got to see his old friend Ceylon!

The blue dragon spent most of his time at the Vore House, helping prey, prepping the preds, and sometimes just having fun with Leera and Yetzer, so he didn't get out all that often. It was a dream job, as long as he had the fortitude to check Yetzer to ensure he wasn't pranking or engaging in tomfoolery that could harm the paying prey. That naga had a nasty tendency to cut corners and do his consumption near the end of his safe cycle, and that caused more than a few issues with Vore House rules.

Problem was, the manor was owned by him, so Leera couldn't exactly fire him. It was a balancing act, but it seemed to be working. She and the other employees kept the devious naga in check, and let him do his thing the rest of the time. Regardless of the dangerous line he liked to cross from time to time, he was a fantastic pred and satisfied the customers that wanted the truly authentic, less compassionate experience.

While he loved his job and loved to focus on it in his day to day life even when not obligated to, a weekend was a weekend no matter what job you work, and the freedom allowed Tritus to go visit old friends he'd not seen in months. It was time for some personal time away from the naga he worked for; time to maybe enjoy some pleasure he decided on, not what a customer offered him.

One day earlier in the week at the Vore House, Ceylon came to visit and slipped Tritus a note telling him to meet him a bit further north near the gryphon's home. Said he had a good time planned. Well, that clearly meant some juices would be exchanged, so Tritus finished at the end of his shift and immediately took to the highest perch on the tallest tower of the manor and pushed off into the sky, wings spread wide to catch the right gust of wind.

Travelling by wing was the fastest way to get from one place to another, so it only took a while for the Vore House where he worked and Klyneth where he lived to disappear behind the him into the distance. As he flew, he had a wide grin across his face, knowing full well that something grand awaited him. Maybe he'd get to nuzzle into his rump, disappear into that plump flesh of his. Maybe he'd get nommed by a gryphon - something he didn't enjoy nearly often enough. Or maybe it was just some proper mounting. It didn't matter, fun times were to be had, and that's what mattered.

As he flew north, he saw the mountains crest the horizon and converge. Between those mountains lie a gently trickling river that eventually went into the Saff'raldeen Lake at the bottom of the mountains. Beautiful location, great place to have fun. He fully expected to see the black and white patterned gryphon lying in the open meadow beside the river, waiting for him. Ceylon was often on time, so it wasn't a strong concern.

He tipped his wings and angled his flight into a gradual descent, eyes scanning the valley to see if his host was anywhere to be found. Like he was expecting, it was an open plain without many forests or bushes, so it was easy to see the black and white patterned gryphon on his back, rolling around with wings spread. With that precise destination in mind, Tritus dove to his maximum capacity, the land and gryphon rushing up at him. He pulled back at the last minute, skimmed over the gryphon's belly, and clawed at him with a tease before arching back up and around to gently land.

"Welcome!" Ceylon invited the dragon as he rolled to his feet, voice a little lighter and more chipper than it usually was. Feminine, is how it would best be described.

Tritus folded his wings on his back and hopped over to the gryph, nuzzling into him as they often did. Only he smelled a bit different. Ceylon usually had a musky smell, but this was different; sweeter. "So nice to see you, Cey! What's up?"

The corners of the gryph's beak curled up as he chirped, nodding devilishly as he spun around and lifted his tail to expose a meaty pair of pussy lips dripping a concoction of creamy and clear fluids out between her legs. Her legs. Evidently Ceylon was female! "Like what you see?" She cooed at him, waggling her rump at the drake.

Tritus licked his muzzle and leaned into her, not wanting to waste any time. He'd read the note dozens - if not hundreds - of times through the week, and he'd saved his seed for this moment. He expected something grand from his gryphon friend and her eagerness assured he'd be getting what he'd promised hismelf! Rump, Pussy, it didn't matter, he had a load to deposit and a sultry slut of a gryph to use. As he leaned in close, he got a proper sample of her scent and came to realize the thick creamy fluids she was dribbling out her backside wasn't her arousal, but the remnants of previous drakes that had had deposited similar gifts in her womb.

He hissed to himself and sighed, a little disappointed he wouldn't be getting the prime real estate in that delicious sex of hers, but there were other options. He did lick at the moist, cummy lips from clit to rump, then focused on that plump butt ring, lapping at the hole and prodding at it with his thick, forked tongue; she tasted oddly sweet, even under her tail.

The gryphon's tail pulled up as he nuzzled under it, the muscles tensing in such a way that her pussy lips clenched shut, clit rolling out with a stream of fluids. Ceylon let out a long, drawn out churr as she looked over her shoulder at him, pushing her body onto his snout. "Tritusss! I didn't know you were into the rump! Oh! Yes!" She clenched her pucker with every gentle pleasure proclamation, forcing his tongue out with some accompanying juices. Her motions practically wrapped his snout with her rump cheeks as she pushed back, claws digging into the ground for traction.

Tritus' maw curled up as he raised a claw, wrapping it around the base of her tail and yanking it upward, the angle loosening her rump enough to press her pucker out, exposing a star of pink for him to suck on. His other claw came up and dug into her flank as he prodded into her depths, sucking her rump and tasting her insides.

She curled her toes into the dirt and pulled away from him, tail yanking from his grasp as she flutter-hopped just out of range. Her rump remained aimed at him, and once she landed and folded her wings back up, she raised her tail to once again expose the delicious, sopping cunt that was still dribbling cum. "Don't be so shy, Tritussss!" She hissed at him. "Go ahead, do your worst, don't leave me wantinnnnnnng!" Another wink spewed another thick glob of cum to dribble over her clit, splattering in a puddle between her legs in the grass.

Tritus' jaw slung itself open in disbelief. Ceylon was certainly known for his - or her - promiscuity, but never had he/she been so aggressive about getting mated. Usually, the invitations were subtle or lightly hinted at; at the most she'd quietly whisper her intentions at her mark, but never had Tritus seen his gryphon friend begging and practically demanding to be covered. Even the note was peculiarly worded. It very clearly said Tritus was to 'cum' prepared.

Regardless, the azure drake's nostrils were clogged with the scent of what he imaged was a hen in estrus, heavy with egg and ready for seed. Ceylon's backside was soaking wet and ready, having already been filled with cum, so she clearly had needs. It was especially strong since her flesh had been tenderized. Luckily, Tritus had options, and he'd much rather slip into the opening that hadn't been loosened by the cocks of previous gryphons and dragons.

After what felt like an eternity of hesitation to him, Tritus hopped forth and onto her, covering her as he bit down on her neck. He splayed his wings out wide with the tips touching on the ground on either side of her. This was normally for protection, but even in cases where the hen didn't need protection, the drake still did it to claim her as his. Tritus was claiming Ceylon as his own, and she seemed fully okay with that.

Her tail was raised up high, the arch of it digging into his belly above his sheathe. That was a little uncomfortable, so he arched his back as his ebon member swelled in its confines, pressing out against his thinly scaled flesh. A few gentle pushes later, and the very tip of it slipped out and pressed on her rump. Feeling her warmth on his member, he stopped thrusting and held in place for a few moments to enjoy it; he didn't want to pull away and lose his position.

But Ceylon wasn't ready to wait. As soon as she realized that he'd stopped thrusting, she shifted on her back paws, spread her legs, and pushed back onto him; the motion angled his cock downward to slip into her sex, soaking him from tip to base in one quick slide!

Tritus could tell the difference between sex and anal so he pulled out quickly, but not fast enough for the fleeting sensation of his member floating in a pool of cum to evade his thoughts. As he slipped out with a wet slap, his cock dripped in the fluids it'd been submerged in, and his length went a little soft. It was disappointing since he wanted a hole to himself, but he quickly reassured himself that this was a good thing! Now, he had lubed up and would be able to push into her with one powerful thrust!

His belly muscles tensed as he slapped his member on his ventral scales, firming it up again as he aimed it at her untouched hole. With just one well-timed hip tension, he felt her rump stretch and smother his tip, her passage opening up just enough to let him in. He didn't plunge fully into her, he wanted to enjoy her warmth and moisture some more, so he simply pushed into her, swaying his hips before pulling out but still leaving his tip inside. Shallow thrusts with a bit of motion.

She loved it.

She loved it and he knew she loved it. Her neck arched back to press her beak against his muzzle as she purred, a deep rumbling shaking her whole body from chest to rump, the vibrations pleasuring the drake even further!

Tritus tried to hold back, but the vibration of the flesh smothering his length was too much to combat. The pleasure drove him wild and he gave another powerful thrust, the entirety of his member slipping into her, the bulge near the base popping in with ease, only to swell inside her rump and press out against the underside of her spine. The added pressure made his balls clench and squeeze a torrent of precum into her, lubricating her passage for the next step.

As the drake thrust, Ceylon's legs gave out and she fell to the ground, pulling Tritus down with her! They landed together with a heavy whumpf as she rolled to her side, hoping to get comfortable. She leaned back into him and cooed gently, thanking him for his gift of seed, but Tritus didn't let go of her neck.

He growled gently to shut her up; his cock was still throbbing inside her rump, the bulges of the knot pressing up against the underside of her spine, and that's when things started to feel strange for him. The depth of her rump seemed suck him deeper as the muscle around the base of his knot tightened, holding him in place as her flesh shifted, tensed, relaxed, and readjusted itself around him, He let go of her neck to look in her eyes to see what was happening and noticed that her expression had changed. No, not just the expression, but her facial structure!

Curious, his gaze travelled down her body to note some features that were changing on her. The gryphon's breast had flattened and grown more muscular while her belly had slimmed up a bit, the teats that were on her lower belly merging into one mound of flesh that formed a tube, a sheathe, around an ebon cock! A ball of fur pushed out, then another as a pair of testicles formed and inflated between the gryphon's rump and sheathe, bulging out to the size of sports balls, then continuing to grow!

Tritus was a little confused as he watched the hen's features shift and morph into something else, a drake just like him! That explained the tightening of the rump flesh around him, but it didn't change the pleasure he felt. Nervous, he gave her - his - ear a gentle nibble, hoping Ceylon didn't pull off his knot or pull any tricky business.

But Ceylon certainly had other plans. The gryphon's purr-rumbling intensified to a deep growl as he shifted his hindquarters and dug his claws into the ground, pulling away from Tritus' knot until it slipped out of him with a wet pop, leaving the gryphon drake's hole gaped for a few moments before tensing up to close.

In one fluid motion, Ceylon rolled away from Tritus, hopped up onto his feet, spun around, and pinned the still-stunned dragon to the ground. He used his leverage and weight to move Tritus into a position that left him prone with hind legs spread and tail up.

The dragon knew precisely what was in store for him, but he'd prepared for that as well! He churred and leaned back into the gryph, arching his neck and splaying his wings wide as Ceylon's talons dug into the scales on his back. It was a little sharp and painful, but in the heat of the moment, it was a good kind of pain! He pushed into the needlepoint claws and spread his legs to expose his own scaled rump, which Ceylon happily prodded at with his barbed tip.

"Oh my, I admit I wasn't expecting you to be so receptive, Tritus!" Ceylon's voice was deeper and more menacing, nearly a growl as he rumbled into the dragon's ear. "I'm glad to hear it, though. I'd hate to have had to force myself in you!" he let out a grunt as he pushed into Tritus, every bit of his member sliding into the dragon's backside, barbs slipping through flesh, ribs rubbing, and knot pressing until it popped in, much in the same way the dragon's exploded in him before.

Not a second after the knot slipped through the tight scaled opening, it expanded like a balloon to tie the two of them up; Ceylon let out a massive roar to the sky as his muscles clenched and his balls contracted to force an eruption of fluid and seed deep into Tritus' rump.

The hot fluid that flooded his rump seemed to spread throughout his body, giving him tingles all over right up to his throat and the tip of his wings. His every muscle clenched and tensed up, tightening around the massive bulbs resting in his flesh under his tail. More seed pumped into him until he felt a little uncomfortable with bloat, and yet it kept coming. He leaned back to look to Ceylon, but the drake that covered him had his eyes clenched shut as his seed continued to inflate his belly from the rump up.

"W-what are you doing, Ceylon?" Tritus managed to gasp out between ragged breaths.

The drake gave another powerful push into the dragon, muscles clenching one final time as he cried out in pleasure again, barbs splaying out but not touching any of the dragon's rump flesh thanks to the seed that his cock was floating in. "Just giving you a bit of love, from all the drakes!"

Tritus was confused about that, so he grunted back his inquiry. "Wait, what do you mean, 'all the drakes'?"

Ceylon grunted again, another thick stream of cum spraying into the bloated belly of the dragon, but he didn't feel it due to the mass of fluid already spreading him and inflating his belly a bit. Eventually, he answered in a calm and caring tone. "The seed. When you got here, I'd taken the cum from almost a dozen other dragons who filled me up." He gave Tritus' head and muzzle a lick as he pulled his cock from his hole, a small spurt of cum slipping out after the knot. "And now I deposited all of it into you; it's a gift. Enjoy it. Feel it. Experience it." With that, he hopped back and left the dragon's rump gaping, a steady stream of creamy liquid dribbling out over the dragon's scaled testicles and onto the grass.

Instantly, Tritus clenched his rump shut! He was commanded to relish it and enjoy it, not to waste it on the ground where any other beast could smell and taste it!

Exhausted and bloated, he rolled onto his side and lifted his leg, licking at his member and rump hole like a cat, cleaning himself as Ceylon looked on. "Th-thanks." He muttered in between licks; The taste was kind of wonderful, a sweet blend of musk, earth, and bitterness that tickled his taste buds as he swallowed the bits down. He almost couldn't resist continuing by plunging his tongue back into himself, lapping at the juices and sucking more of it back.

Once he'd realized that he'd focused a bit too much effort on himself, he looked up to see that Ceylon was gone. No gryph in the skies, no drakes across the river, and no indication that Ceylon had ever been here, save the generous deposit in the dragon's rump.

"H-hello?" He called out, eyes still scanning the distance to see if he could find any explanation as to where Ceylon had gone, but he found nothing.

Disappointed, he got to his feet, realigned his wings, and decided it was time to go home, only he had a bit of a hard time moving. With every shift of his form, he could feel the liquid in him sloshing around inside; there were audible splashes from within that reverberated through his form. With that in mind, he realized there would be no chance he could take flight - not with the extra weight and the constantly shifting nature of the cum that had bloated him.

Ah well, the walk would be a long one, but he could stop every so often to give himself a taste. It was a delicious snack for a wonderful journey back to Klyneth.