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Out through the back door, then across the courtyard and down the lavender path. That was what Jacob Croftwell had told you when he gave you directions to find Gerard during your visit to the Croftwell family home.

Then you were left alone – a bindling, a person who had been fused with an inhuman spirit. Your magical name was Aegaeon de Rostveldt, or Aeon for short, and you looked rather like a red wyvern, your dragon spirit not having manifested strongly enough for you to have both arms and wings separately. You hadn't been a mage for long, either, yet in your short time you'd already managed to make friends with a spirit who gave you a magical set of bracelets.

Which, lacking arms, you had promptly fit around your legs.

You were still contending with your new instincts, and right now, they were telling you to explore. What better opportunity to see things you otherwise wouldn't?

With your Dragon's Eye ability letting you quantify objects and spells in an easy-to-understand way, almost like a game, you might not get another chance to learn so much so quickly.

But nor might there be another chance to wind up in so much trouble…

* * *

Through the gardens you wandered, poking your snout in where it perhaps didn't exactly belong. After all, you were here, on the Croftwell household, with a plausible excuse to be on your own. A major magical family with who knew what going on, but apparently a hand in spirits and the other side. Who knew what you might find?

All the while, there was that mysterious thrumming, too. It seemed to be getting closer as you went. Off to the left… Unfortunately, off to the left was also away from where you were told to go, but really, Jacob's instructions were arguably vague. The bigger problem was that off to the left cut through garden beds. You still weren't sure if you would set plants on fire or not, and testing it out when you were maybe, ever so slightly, arguably toeing the line wasn't the smartest idea. Hopefully, the path to the right eventually wound its way back around.

As you followed it, you soon found that it began to open up into a wider area. Off to the right was a gravel path that led out of sight, though it looked like a building might have been present through the gaps in the oddly shifting trees. To the left was a building with a big, open door that led into a central aisle. You could see out the other end of the building where it opened up into another pathway. It looked almost like a vehicle shed, complete with doors large enough to manoeuvre a car through – though the path that led here looked a little too small to manage that. The path on the other side of the building looked like it led towards the thrumming sound much more directly.

Deciding that the thrumming was the more interesting aspect of the current situation, you began to walk across to it. The big double doorway was open, after all, so no one could complain you were bypassing secure areas. At least, you'd be able to make a decent case against it.

The inside of the building was large and vaulted, the ceiling a surprising height. You'd expected a second storey of some kind judging by the building's external height, but inside it was just one space – maybe a storage shed. If they actually kept vehicles here then it might explain it. Along each of the two walls were jutting, blunt protrusions like nails that were poking out of the wall – each one about as large as one of your horns. They seemed to have a strange, purplish light hovering above them, too. It looked almost like something out of the Sims. Each one had a dark set of lines around them, like a parking space might have white lines on the ground. They looked about big enough to hold a car, really. Yet… there were no cars.

Since you were passing by one anyway, you approached one with mild curiosity to see if you could spot anything indicating what the spike actually did. Your Dragon's Eye would probably be able to help, even if there was nothing to indicate what it did visually. This could be an interesting opportunity to learn, after all. Maybe they… maybe they summoned vehicles? The Croftwells certainly had no summoners, but would a vehicle count as a spirit? It could be 'storing' one, if you could activate it. Storage would be an amazing thing to learn about, after all, since you did intend on having quite the sizeable gem hoard.

…The notion of having a huge gem hoard seemed a little strange in some ways. Why were you concerned with a gem hoard? On the other hand, how could you be questioning the importance of a gem hoard what was wrong with you?

But then you got close to one of the spikes.

All of a sudden, the lines seemed to scorch the dirt around you, the 'parking space' lines turning purple. Rings sprang to life around your feet, etched with runes. Runes of purple light that somehow resonated with that little area inside your mind that had been kindled by Din – that section of understanding. Perhaps all magic had elements of the First Language in it? The words meant Restraint.

Before you could say a word, a ring materialised around your muzzle and locked it shut as tightly as a chain. An ethereal purple tether stretched from your snout down to the stake in the wall. You dug your toes into the dirt, but all that happened was you were able to feel the dirt scraping between your toes as your feet were summarily spread.

In front of you, two more circles materialised, shoulder-width apart. They spun, moving too quickly for you to pick out what exactly the runes said. Their effect became obvious quickly though as posts made of stone rose from the floor, coming up to waist height. A line of light connected the two, before stone connected the tops, making a horizontal bar of rock. The tether between your snout and the spike began to shorten, pulling you forwards by your mouth.

You weren't able to move forwards though. The rings around your feet kept you locked in place, the combined effect forcing you to bend forwards, to tilt at the hips as you were lowered towards the bar. At a forty five degree angle, you had to bring your wings forwards to stop yourself from falling snout first onto it.

As your wings came to rest on the bar, a distinct hum started up – one you could feel in your belly. A bright light met your eyes as a larger circle than any of the others began to spin around your body, the runes inside twirling slowly. You could see the criss-crossing of lines within it, the angular spellwork that etched the ground.

You were in some kind of trouble. The spike had reacted to your presence, and you were being pulled into it, now. What even was it? Your heart beating fast, your head racing, you looked around with your Dragon Eye.

**_Stable Hitch

A stake in a wall designed to anchor reins to._**

Stable hitch? This wasn't a vehicle shed, it was an animal shed. A stable. One without any animals. You looked down at the big, spinning circle.

**_Diagnose – Veterinarian

Analytical Spell

Level 24

A powerful analysis spell for the investigation of living creatures. Reveals physical ailments, health, current mood, and other physical and minor mental traits. Unable to analyse humanoids in favour of gaining additional information about animals including species, demeanour, and pacifying stimuli._**

You were in one of the pens. Right, then it was time to get out. You reached down into the strange well of power you had come to know over the past few weeks, and—

Found nothing. Your power was out of reach, somehow. You reached for it, but it was like trying to grip at something with numbed fingers. It fell right through your grasp. It was like trying to clench a muscle that was too overworked and wouldn't respond right. You looked around, suddenly feeling your pulse racing faster.

There was a second ring around your feet.

**_Nullify – Beast

Protection Spell

Level 24

A spell which prevents the use of inherent magical abilities by an animal of a lower level than the spell. Typically used by veterinarians and beast trainers._**

You were subject to beast magic?! You found yourself growling, which was about all you could do as suddenly the analytical magic circle faded away with a flash, leaving you bent forwards and resting on the stone bar in front of you. Was it done? Was it over?

The answer came soon enough when half a dozen circles began to glitter around you, spinning on the surfaces they materialised on. Your eye picked them all up. Restrain. Restrain. Manipulate. Decontaminate. Mark. Send. You felt something lock around your tail, and felt it being lifted up. You couldn't stop it. You couldn't fight it as your muscles strained and protested, but inevitably, the trunk of your tail was lifted up over your back… then curled forwards, making you lift your ass up into the air. Your tailtip brushed against the back of your neck, then stopped, leaving you feeling embarrassingly exposed.

Only, that was just the start. A warmth that tingled your scales wrapped around each of your limbs, starting with the tips of your toes and wings. It began to migrate downwards, a shimmer in the air circling around your limbs. What was it? It looked magical, but all you could tell was that it was decontaminate.

Until it reached your sleeves. As the shimmer touched the fabric there, it disintegrated, turning to dust that vanished into nothingness. You felt it crawling slowly up your legs. Along your tail. What would happen to your bracers?!

Thankfully, it seemed to leave your bracers untouched.

** ** Perhaps magical items weren't so easily broken. You didn't hear your phone falling, so presumably that was gone, too. At least you didn't have any photos on it. But cool air caressed your bare scales as in virtually no time you were left naked, bent over, resting on a bar, with your snout held shut by a glittering, magic circle. You couldn't see the door. You were trapped, facing the wall, legs spread and tail hiked high.

And then you felt it. Something rough slithering around your neck. Something brushing against your scales. You jolted your snout down to look at what it was, but couldn't see it. You felt it wrapping around your throat, securing into place, forming a loop. Like a collar. The touch of metal snicked closed around the side of your neck with what could have been a buckle. Then, you felt your neck jerked down a little bit, pulling you into a final position with your head between your wingtips on the bar, leaving you stuck there… like an animal.

Just like that, most of the circles vanished. You found that they were simply gone, leaving you standing there, a subtle burn in your legs at being kept spread – those circles remained, you found – waiting for … whatever came next.

You couldn't summon the spirits living in your bracers. They were inaccessible. You could feel their presence, but you couldn't put any mana into your bracers to let them out. Your snout was bound shut and you couldn't call for help. You were keenly aware of how exposed your ass was to any member of the Croftwell family who happened to walk in here. And what would Jacob say if he found you here, having given you directions through the lavender garden? How would you explain yourself?

You pulled on your legs, but neither budged. You pulled with your tail … only to find the loop around your neck pulled back. You tried to lift your head, but it was stuck. You couldn't do anything. Aegaeon, the powerful, nullified by a magic beast containment spell. What did that mean for your powers? You were going to have to talk to Magnus or Roman or Leon or someone about this immediately. There had to be some answer to this or that would mean pretty serious things for somebody , even if it was just someone was going to get bitten by a pissed off dragon.

Then you heard a sound. A crunch of gravel under a shoe. Someone was coming. The 'Send' effect?

You tried to jerk your head towards the door, but it wouldn't budge.

“My, my, my. Aren't you unexpected," came a soothing voice from off to the side. You could smell him. Human. Male. Not washed terribly recently – or if he had, he'd since been sweating. As insane as it sounded in your head, with your mouth forcibly closed, your sense of smell was muted. “Where in the realms did you come from?" the voice asked, boots stepping closer to you. You could smell him. Hear him. He was approaching. You made a muffled 'Mmm!' noise at him. With your draconic vocal cords, even you didn't think it sounded terrible intelligent, though. “Easy. Relax," came the voice, now from right behind you. “Let's see what the spell says…"

A moment later, you saw a light behind you. It cast a soft shadow on the wall in front of you. You heard a click and an mm, like the man was clucking his tongue and thinking. You tried to move your foot to draw in the dirt, but the best you could do was to scratch a gouge in the floor.

“Really now," came the thoughtful rumble. “Agitated, distressed… Intelligent, prideful, promiscuous… You're a prize specimen of a wyvern, aren't you?"

The W word made your snout crinkle, and before you realised what had happened, you were already giving a dull growl.

“Oof, agitated for sure. Mm… Well, don't worry. Just so happens I'm an expert on your kind," he said. “I know just what a pretty one like you needs. But first, just gonna see what we're working with."

With that, you felt the distinctive pulsing of mana. A rough hand – by human standards – slid under your right thigh, then slid down your leg. You felt fingers rubbing against your scales, brushing your thigh, leathery fingers linking around your shin. You couldn't see him, but you could feel him rubbing your leg and touching your shin. You couldn't pull away. If he was crouching, his head would be right level with the base of your tail. It was humiliating. As his fingers bumped into the bracers around your shins, there came another thoughtful cluck.

“Wow, you're a lucky one. Must have been a real interested mate that gave you these. Wonder if you turned 'em down," came the soft chuckle. His fingers ran across the metalwork of your twinned bracers, before sliding further down, wrapping around one of your footclaws. “Mmh… Looking healthy. Analyse spell's great, but there's something to be said about a personal touch," came the mumble as you felt fingers lift and spread your toes. They slid between your toes, rubbing the scalework there. Lifting and inspecting each of your claws. Then, he moved on to your other leg, checking the same thing.

When he was done, he began winding his way up. His fingers started migrating towards the base of your tail, and you gave him a low growl. He abandoned the gap between your thighs, and instead moved on to your hips.

Never had you been so thoroughly, intimately touched. It wasn't just intimate, it was invasive. His fingers brushed your hide, rubbed your sides, ran along the inside of your wings. You felt your wing membrane touched and prodded and poked, a running commentary coming about how impressive you looked. How proud, healthy, and vivid your scales. How stretchy your wing membrane, and how prominent your eyeridges. You heard a soft chuckling comment that he was going to trust your teeth were good for now, since he didn't trust you enough to take off the muzzle bind just yet.

“A 'vern's fire is no joke, I keep telling Nath… Maybe I'll finally be able to convince him, thanks to you. All right. Physical looks pretty good. I'd say you're young. Mature, but quite young, huh. Ready for mating, probably haven't done it yet, and real pent up as a result. You'd be… eighty? Ninety? About twenty in our years, give or take. Well, either way, still young enough for training to be pretty effective. I know a charm or two that'd do just the trick – just gotta calm you down, and get those inherent defences relaxed, eh? Luckily, I know a way to do both. Let's calm you down…"

What did that even mean? Before you could think about it, the figure was doing another spell. You weren't sure what, because you couldn't turn to look at it. But you didn't have to wait for long before you felt a rough hand press to your ass. That was when your shame was truly revealed.

All the poking, the prodding, the invasive touching had had a shameful effect on your body that you couldn't help. The figure, one hand on your ass, was given a full view of the half-hard arousal that had slipped free from your slit, the rich, reddish flesh hanging down between your legs. Your legs that you couldn't close, beneath your tail that you couldn't lower.

“Hwa?" came the surprised noise from the man. You felt something warm and slightly rough – fingers – wrap around your jutting, betraying spire. “Well now, aren't you real rare. I'm definitely training you up. Slight change of plans," his voice came. Then you heard a squelch. Like someone squirting something from a bottle. That hand held onto your dick, giving it slow, gentle squeezes. You tried to pull away, but weren't able to at all. Not even when you felt something thick, dense, and soft despite its firmness nudge against the cleft of your ass. Something slick and slippery. You made a yelp, eyes widening, trying to pull away. You reached for the mana in your core, trying to pull at it, trying to grab at it. Trying to do anything with it as you felt the kiss of that fat, blunt something against your ass. Your cock throbbed, dropping slowly out from your slit and into the man's hand. “Easy, easy… Yeah… definitely haven't mated yet. First time's always nervous but don't worry, I know just how to take care of your kind," the voice said.

Then the pressure against your rump increased.

Helpless to stop it, you tried to pull away, to wriggle your ass away from the—from the toy.

“Oi, easy, now. I know you 'verns like to play hard to get but you don't need to entice it! It's gonna breed you nice and hard, I promise," came the reassuring voice of the man. “Aah, you'll learn soon enough. All right." The hand left your cock and came instead to your thigh. You felt it wrap gently around your ankle before you felt the tell-tale kiss of mana again. And just like that, your leg was being lifted. Hiked up into the air, elevated to a seventy five degree angle out to the side… leaving your slit and ass shamelessly on display and vulnerable, and your now mostly-hard cock pulsing in the air. But now, balanced on one leg, your other leg suddenly locked in the air, you couldn't even pull away very well.

So when that fat sensation squashed wetly against your ass again, your stomach nearly dropped. You clenched. You growled. You whined. You gurgled and wriggled. But nothing stopped the inevitable.

“Easy now, this is nice and natural. 'Verns like you get crazy pent up without any way of getting relief… That's why your kind's so promiscuous. Only way to keep the urges down's a nice, helpful partner. That's what we got right here… your first partner. Just pretend it's a nice, big 'vern on your back. … Don't worry, those instincts'll kick in real soon," came the surprisingly encouraging words.

And then the fat, spaded crown of the unseen toy popped into your ass.

Your ring stretched around it and the man's hand wrapped around your cock. You felt him start to squeeze at your dick, kneading it between his fingers. As a pressure built up behind the dick skewering into your ass oh so slowly, his hand began to slide down the length of your dick, giving you a shameless stroke.

It felt good.

Up and down, oh so slowly, the unknown human jerked you slowly off as he began to push and pull on the fat toy that was starting to skewer into your ass. You tried to squeeze around it, to stop it sinking deeper, but nothing helped. It was slippery in a way you'd never felt before, like friction had just stopped for the toy. And his hand wrapped around you was squashing the bumps and barbs along your dick.

“Yeah… There we go. This is a little like what it's going to feel when you start mating," he said, starting to squash the fat girth into your ass. You heard the squelch that came from under your tail as your dick began to dribble precum from the stimulation, blood stiffening your cock in the human's hand. “Just relax… And a one," he said, pushing it gently inside. “And a twooo_,"_ he said, easing it back out to the crown. “And a three."

He humped the toy into your body.

The jolt that ran through your system left your eyes wide as you were fucked by that fat length, jabbing bluntly against your prostate. It dug and scratched at your insides in the most unique ways, in ways you'd never felt before. “Yeah. This guy's a mountain 'vern. Should be close enough to your kind to start pushing some buttons… Just gotta work him deep enough. Come on," he said, starting to put weight behind it. Making your body rock forwards onto the bar. Making your dick jolt and spurt wet splatters of fluid onto the ground. Making your tail jolt and twitch in the air. “Sooner we get you nice and relaxed, sooner we can get you all sorted out and settled in… Can't believe my luck, huh. Yeah. You like this, don'tcha? That's a good 'vern… That's a good Nova."

Deeper. Harder. Thicker. The toy got so fat underneath your tail, and the human's hand was so nice and tight around your dick. It was unfair. It was unfair how … good it felt. It was unfair the way that prodding, fat pushing into your ass made you want to push back. It was unfair how much you found yourself wanted him to go harder. You gave a growl, but you felt like your heart wasn't quite in it. It was feeling shamefully good. You were leaking all over his hand and, humiliating as it was, you really wanted that little bit more. Your rational mind railed against what was happening, but with every wet, warm jolt to your prostate, with every tail-stretching squash of that artificial breeder inside your ass, it was hard to say no to the pleasure.

“Heavy breathing, curling claws, trembling… Getting close, Nova? Yeah, I bet you are. Good name for you, too, I reckon. For a fire 'vern… We're going to make you a star, after all," came the encouraging words as you were slowly, deeply fucked by that probing toy. “Little closer. Come on, once we get you over the edge, we can really get to work. After all, nothing like draconic essence to supercharge a spell, yeah?"

What was going to happen when you came? With the way he was hammering your buttons and jerking you off, from tip to base to tip again, you were going to find out real soon. It was hard not to want to hump. The only thing keeping your hips steady was the way your leg was hiked up for the world to see. Hump, hump, hump, the fat toy was pounding away at you. You couldn't hold back much longer. You were going—you were going to orgasm in front of a random Croftwell human who thought you were a beast. You had to hold back.

Your dignity demanded it. Your pride required it. Your body denied it.

Hump, hump, hump—squish—squeeze _. The human's hand _wrapped behind the fat bulb that was your forming knot and groped at it as he quickly started to fuck you with the toy in short, sharp jabs. Your peak hit you like a truck.

“Come on, Nova, be a good 'vern and let go of all those mental blocks, let it all loose," you were told. “Be a good 'vern and finish so we can wrap this spell round your pliable little mind, hmm?" And with a tug, your dick jolted and you came. You almost saw white as he shoved the rest of the toy home into your ass, a plump, half-formed knot stretching you open as the tip dug into your core. Your cock stiffened hard and you felt your own knot bloating as you let out the first thick, gooey splrtch of cum across the dirt. “ Good Nova!" came the praise as a warm bliss blanketed your body. That toy filled you so completely and made everything feel relaxed, like someone was giving you a back massage only all over. You felt a warm flow of mana and saw a light from beneath you, on the floor. A spell circle forming right where your cum was splattering noisily.

Your draconic seed charged it. You could feel mana flooding beneath you, and something washed over you like a wave. Colours erupted in front of your vision like a rainbow, dazzling your eyes and making your breath catch. Good Nova . A strange note of pride welled up in your chest as you spurted shamelessly for the human, a weird feeling of rightness, like you had just impressed the most important person in the world. Your head knew something was weird about that, but with each spurt, it felt a little less important… until you found yourself groaning as you pushed against the human's hand eagerly. You tried to focus on the colours.

**_Modify Mentality

Mental Spell_**

Level 24

A spell used to condition certain responses from a living being. Generally used for training animals which are difficult to handle, or which need to be trained in an accelerated timeframe.

“Just a nice little training spell… Gonna make acting, even thinking like a trained 'vern feel good, and acting like a wild one bad. 'Cause you're a good Nova _, aren't you?" came the words. And with the words came a strange, flowing _warmth in your belly that felt so nice. So calming and good. “Aah, Nath's gonna be over the moon when he sees you… Now just one more oughta help out, let's see."

A sparkling tingle of mana traced the ground between your legs. You felt your leg being eased down, and your ass being pushed. You felt your ass lifting up and easing forwards, before it was stopped. Splrt… splrt… splrt… You could almost feel your spunk being caught in something, in a supernatural tangle. The more your spurted, the more power you were giving the enchanting tangle of magic that was being woven around your body. This time, you felt the pulsing flow of magic wrapping around your cock itself. Snugly fitting over it like an arcane sheath. Then you felt your leg being lowered again, until you were standing on the ground.

“This one always gets 'em… Male, female, this'll help keep those aggressive mating urges down," the man said. It was so hard to feel upset at him, though. You felt the fat plug of a toy being pulled back, eased back out of you, ridges popping wetly. It made your whole body shiver. Then, you felt a pat to your ass. “Good Nova…" Tingling pleasure. “Now push back. Sit," he said. You felt a hand wrap around the handle-like loop your locked tail was forming, then pull your ass back. Your slick, stretched ass began to sink onto the fat cock-shaped toy.

At the same time, you felt a tight, soft ring start to slide onto your jutting, still slow-spurting cock.

“Mm… Takes the essence of a creature like you, Nova, to make this enchantment permanent… So nice when everything lines up, heh. Sit," he commanded. And somehow, fighting felt just too difficult. So sit, you did. Pushing your ass back as much as your restraints allowed. And every inch you squashed back into your ass, every inch that the toy was pushed back inside – you felt that pressure engulf your dick. It made you squeeze—

And you felt the squeeze around your own cock.

Dimly, you realised that whatever the man had done… Every sensation you gave the toy was being fed back to you. It made your ass ache to take the cock. _But it felt so good around your cock that it almost hurt _.

“Yeah… Once we have all those urges out of you, we ought to be able to get you all settled in and marked. I'll have to set up a bit for a beast like you, Nova, but—"

“GERARD?" came a shout from outside. The man stopped.

“Aah, be right back, Nova… Wait right here. Or, actually—"

Suddenly you felt the fat, thick girth of that toy being pushed back into you. You didn't have to sit, you just had to take it. You just had to keep your rump held up and let the stranger push an animal's cock into your ass. Like a good beast . With the rainbows in front of your eyes encouraging you and making your heart beat so hard yet so slowly, you couldn't resist it – not even when the plump knot kissed your ass and the ghostly sensations of a tight 'vern ass squeezed around your own knot. You may as well have been exactly the wild animal that the man thought you were as he pushed a little harder… and you helped push back before you even knew what you were doing, popping the wild cock into you with a whimper.

“Good Nova… Shh. I'll be back soon. Got someone I think will be over the moon to see you. Just do what feels natural."

And somehow, with the warmth of the light in your eyes, the blissful sensation of a tight hole wrapped around your dick, and the flowing feeling of warm pleasure that tingled every time the man – Gerard – praised you, it was hard not to do just what felt natural. To clench around the fat toy and enjoy your own ass's phantom squeezing around your dick.

Gerard vanished. It felt so good. Good wyvern… Good wyvern? Fuck… what were you doing, you needed to get out of—

Suddenly, everything felt strangely cold and dim. The colours were muted, and the sensations between your legs were distant. You could feel your heart beating fast. The first thought on your mind was that you wanted the warmth back. You wanted the pleasure back, you wanted to get to finish and—

Everything turned vibrant again. Pleasure trickled down the back of your neck like honey and your dick jolted inside the phantom pressure of your ass.

“Gerard! There you are," you dimly heard from outside.

What had happened? You'd just been thinking about how you needed this to stop because—

Cold. Dim. Distant. A shiver ran down your spine, and everything felt discordant and wrong. You whimpered, helplessly, shamefully, and curled your toes. You wanted the warmth back and to stay. The spell… a training spell? So… If you thought of yourself as a good w… good dragon—

No sooner had you thought it than the warmth returned.

“What's up, Nathan? I've got something amazing to show ya. You're gonna hit the roof."

So long as you thought good, obedient thoughts… pleasure swam in your system. Physical, liquid pleasure rang through every throb, every twitch, every squeeze. A conditioning spell, to make you think _ _right. And it felt so good. Fighting it was hard. You wanted the pleasure, your cock aching for another release already just from that slow clenching around yourself. With a groan, you humped forwards, and felt only the most minimal pleasure greet you. You were plugged up with nothing to fuck. You were being left there to drip.

“Turns out Jake met up with a guest, then disappeared. We never even met the driver."

“Aah, you know Jake, Nath. He does his own thing."

You needed it so much. The rainbow lights, the warming pleasure, the strange feeling of pride when you did something bestial , like it was just… right. You gave a hump backwards. Not enough.

“Yeah. Anyway, you seen the De Rostveldt guest?"

_ “There's a De Rostveldt guest that isn't Magnus De Rostveldt?_"

You couldn't help but feel so good as one spell pleasured your cock and the other helped you feel that deep, budding sensation of delight with every shift of the colours. In one moment, you realised… You wanted to be trained. You wanted this. Maybe it was the spell, but right then and there, you wanted to finish so badly that you didn't care if Gerard 'trained' you .

“Yeah. Pa told me about it this morning, but nobody showed."

“Huh. Well, you know how … You know how the De Rostveldts were. Are."

Squeeze… squeeze… squeeze! You pleasured the knot in your ass, and by extension your own knot, feeling the fat pressure squashing your prostate mercilessly.

“Yeah. Help me look?"

“I'm a little busy, Nath. How about you and Jake team up on this one?"

If only you could get that little bit more…

“Jake? You're kidding me. Come on."

“I really can't. Trust me, you'll thank me, later. You and Jake tag team. Divvy up the estate, try not to double up. Where have you looked so far?"

You were desperate to cum, there on the floor, like a good 'vern. Like a good Nova. Just thinking about being a good beast was making your cock twitch more, the rainbow lights rewarding your thinking by amping pleasure up and up and up…

“Ground floor, main gardens."

“And now here, too, so you can rule them all out."

So if you thought right… maybe… it'd be enough… Maybe…

“Gerard, it could take all day to search the whole place, even splitting up. If we had their name maybe we could speed it up, but…"

“Then better get started."

_You were a good Nova. Throb. You were a good 'vern. Twitch. Good beast. Squeeze. Good animal. Drip. Good Nova. Obedient Nova. Yes… Good. Obedient. Eager. Yes! Animal. Beast. Wyvern. Nova. _

SPLRRRTCH!

You let out a choked, almost tearful cry as orgasm wracked your brain, rewarding you with the deepest, hardest waves of pleasure you could ever remember. Nothing compared to this. Not sex. Not Din. This was purest, addicting, perfect love, and it was bringing you every wet, thick splrt that hit the ground.

You could feel yourself splattering onto the floor again, your eyes rolling back into the rainbow hues as undiluted pleasure wracked your system, your stretched ass aching as you squeezed around its – and your - knot. You came hard, groaning and panting like a wild beast letting off so much steam, every perverse and obedient thought making you cum harder.

_ “Sure you can't help?"_

“Sure. 'Sides, you're the Heir, you got the minotaur's—"

You writhed as the thoughts and the fat toy kept you spraying thick, bestial slime across the stable floor. In that moment, it didn't matter what you were… you wanted more.

“Yeah, good, great."

“Sorry."

Lust wracked your system and you could feel yourself clamping down behind your knot. Good Nova. The thought swam through your head. The rainbow lights were so wonderful and warm. You were a good 'vern. It was so hard to disagree.

“'S'alright. Let me know if you see them, yeah?"

“First thing."

Footsteps came back to you as you squirmed and writhed as much as your bonds would allow. Bent forwards, legs spread, it just felt so wonderful when you squeezed around that knot. It felt like you should have felt something when Gerard came back and saw your tail hiked up high, showing off the fat bulb that had been wedged into your body, but any time your head began to drift towards it, those wonderful, colourful lights guided you back to remind you about what a good Nova you were.

It felt so good, it was unfair. It was wonderful. And somehow, knowing that Gerard was seeing your dick spurting in the air made you feel proud and happy. It was a strange feeling that coupled with the shame and you didn't know how to handle it.

So you just groaned.

“Well now," came Gerard's voice. “Where were we? You look like you're doing great, Nova." The praise felt so good. As strange as it felt, there was always that tingle of pride at being praised. Thinking was so hard. You felt a hand press to your ass. “That there was your future owner. Your packmate. It's his birthday in a month, so we gotta get you nice and trained up. It's gonna take a good six months or so to break all that wilfulness wild 'verns got out of you, but don'tcha worry, you're gonna do just great, Nova," the mage said, giving the side of your tail a rub. Six months?! You had to get out of here as—

Cold. Grey. Fear. Shivers ran down your spine and you quivered as everything felt muted and distant. You felt a blossom of shame in your belly. You'd been bad.

“Shh," Gerard said, seemingly picking up on it. You felt a hand wrap around the plump base of the toy and eased it back. You tried not to whine as it popped out from your scaled ass, the dull grey of the spell making it so you felt no pleasure from it. “Don't worry, Nova… Just the training spell. You're a good 'vern, yeah? Good 'vern. Be a good 'vern and everything's gonna feel just great. Like this. Sit."

You felt that calloused hand slide through the loop of your tail and, with a pull, you were rocked back onto the fat, warm toy. Rainbow bliss erupted behind your eyes as you obeyed like a good 'vern, and the world felt warm and wonderful again. Scents filled your nose and your cock throbbed again, drooling a dollop of white-yellow slime. This time you couldn't hold back a whine.

When you focused, you could still see the world. It was just rainbow hued. Tinted in blues and reds and wonderful swirls of colour. You just had to be a good 'vern. Not think about—Just think about being a good 'vern. Just for now. For now.

“That's it… Yeah. This is Sit ," he said, pulling on your tail again. And your ass went backwards as the fat, rigid presence skewered against your prostate and the phantom sensations of your own ass wrapped around your cock.

“We're gonna have to drill some of the basic commands into you. Don't worry, after the first few hours, they'll be easy for a smart beastie like you," you heard as pleasure and warmth flooded your senses. The stretch ached… but there was this perverse pride and rightness. “Specially with that spell around your head. It's a bit dirty, but it'll break down even the toughest beast. Best part is, the smarter you are, the faster and better it works, so it's perfect for your type. Couple it with those natural instincts you 'verns got and… Now you Sit tight, I've gotta go grab a few things, Nova. So be good and just… do what comes natural to a nice, young 'vern like you. Here, this oughtta help."

Suddenly, something was being drawn across your snout. It felt leathery, yet smooth. Like a surprisingly heavy cloth. You focused your eyes on it, trying to muster up the willpower to shake your head no—_And immediately the _cold, grey chill set in, leaving you whining. You held your head still for the man, and the warmth returned, comforting and gentle.

Black material was draped across your eyes, yet still the colours remained. It was wrapped around your muzzle and tied in place by thick straps to your neck. To the collar around your neck. In so few moments, you were muzzled and blinded by a thick beast's hood, leaving you unable to see anything but the charming, mesmeric colours that seemed to wordlessly tell you how good a boy you were. How good a 'vern you were going to be. You felt a pat to your flank, one that pushed you forwards until the half-formed knot popped painful-pleasurably out of your ass again, only for it to be squashed back in_,_ before the footsteps retreated.

And you were left to the light. The warm, enveloping comfort of obedience. The swirling reassurance of behaving. The soft fullness of doing what felt natural. All the while, those thoughts ebbed and flowed – good 'vern. Good Nova. Sit. It was humiliating, yet so good every time you squeezed around that fat heat in your ass. It wasn't enough to push you over the edge, no. That would have been too easy. But if you thought all those good thoughts, of obedience and pleasure and acceptance, you felt your dick throb as the spell almost sensitized your ass and cock and forced you an inch closer to spilling.

You could cum. You would cum… you were sure… you just… had to keep… thinking the right thoughts. Like a good 'vern.

And anyone outside looking in would have seen simply a feral wyvern, wrapped in a hood, resting on a stone bar, desperately rocking back and forth with a very thick, heavy plug under its tail, desperately hard and dripping into a viscous puddle on the floor, not even aware it was drooling.

* * *

For what felt like hours, you rocked and squeezed and groaned with the fat, feral breeder under your tail. Any thought that the spell thought of as good made your cock pulse and your ass feel so desperately good to be stretched. When the rare thought about what you were doing or the shame began to creep in, the cold punishment of the colour spell left you quivering and quickly trying to push them away. Somehow, just letting all those thoughts go left you feeling that strange, ensorcelled feeling of pride at being… a beast. You felt tired, but the need under your tail wouldn't let up. You peaked twice more just from thinking about your situation alone. It was a twisted spell, one to make you enjoy the treatment, to make your only option to get the release you so desperately needed be thinking of yourself as a trained animal. But you couldn't help yourself. Worst was that each time you did it, it felt like it took a little longer. A little more.

Yet you couldn't get enough, either. Like your body was in a rut. Everything just felt good – sore, but so good with that plug shoved up into you.

Eventually, you heard footsteps again.

“There we go," you heard. “Atta 'vern. Still aroused, huh? Y'know I knew it, but almost didn't believe it. Whewf," Gerard said. Of course you were still aroused. How could you not be? “Yeah, this spell's just the right one for you," his voice came as you felt a hand grip the plug under your tail. Before you could say anything, you felt it pulling back. Stretching you out again as the swell of the knot passed your muscles and then sliding slowly, agonisingly out. “So now, I got everything all prepped up, specially for the Croftwell family's newest mount's training. We're gonna have to ease our way into you a lil more, Nova… But don't worry. See, tantric magic's based on the understanding that someone's mental fortitude's at its aaabsolute weakest during the moments of climax. Pair that with how you 'verns have those natural pacifying instincts when you get bred, and you've got the perfect recipe for success, now don'tcha?" Gerard asked, rubbing around your sore ass. “Means that every time you pop, the magic's gonna sink a little deeper. But still, let's get you moving."

You felt something push against the front of your snout, then. It felt firm, and was very much seeking entrance.

“Take," you heard. Hesitantly, you tried to open your muzzle… and found that it worked again. Your Dragon Eye no longer worked with you blinded like you were. No sooner had you opened your mouth though than something popped into it.

It tasted like metal and clicked against your teeth, and a strange salty tang clung to it that you couldn't place. It slid between your teeth and pushed back to the base of your jaws, forcing your snout to remain open. As your tongue wrapped around it, you realised it was a bar.

“Mmm… had to borrow Castigir's bridle, but hippogryph's don't mind sharing. We'll get you your own soon enough," you heard as you realised what the taste on your tongue was. You felt leather sliding up the bridge of your muzzle, then across the hood that was draped over your eyes. Something slid behind your horns, and you felt a tug on your collar… before the bit between your jaws stuck.

Your cock jerked and you felt it slap wetly against your own belly. You heard a surprised noise come from Gerard, and again that shameful, alien pride seeped into your thoughts. You were a big boy. You wanted to show your owner you were a big boy.

Slowly, you felt those hands sliding down the back of your legs, hands gripping your ankles.

“Realms, but you spilled a lot. Wish I'd set up a catcher first, this'd power so many spells. Eh… Well, it's fine. Just means that each drop's going to be powering the training spells instead. With this much powering them, they oughtta be strong enough to break down a person. Now lift," you heard as his hand tugged your right leg upwards.

You did. You didn't even think of resisting, this time. Pleasure throbbed between your legs as reward, and you couldn't stifle the groan that came with it. Good Nova , you felt, were made to feel. Drool pooled in your muzzle as you found yourself unable to close it.

“Wonder why you turned the fella who gave you this thing down," you heard Gerard muse as fingers wrapped around one of your anklets. “These look quality. You're a picky one for mates, aren'tcha, Nova? Well, don't worry, we'll train that outta you, too. Like it or not, I'll be picking your mates for you from now on. Don't want these getting damaged though, 'specially once you meet Castigir, hmm? He's got an eye for shiny things. Was gonna make him Nath's mount, but everybody knows 'verns are superior, eh?"

_Pride. Throb _.

“Yeah."

With a gentle tug, you felt your right anklet slid free from your claw, leaving your leg bare again. Your foot was placed back down, and then you heard that same command so that Gerard could take your other bracelet. “Lift."

Soon, you were left utterly naked. Gerard even slipped your magic ring off, giving a quiet mumble of wondering how long it took you to get it on in the first place. Putting them somewhere to the side by the sounds of it, soon you felt Gerard's hands on your body again…

You felt something tug on your collar, pulling you backwards. You tried to make a noise, but all that came out around your hippogryph-flavoured bridle was a shamefully – proudly – feral grumble. You felt so sapped of intensity. Like it was hard to drum up the energy to fight. You just wanted to be a good 'vern. That was good… right? It was hard to even feel that upset that you had an animal's taste in your mouth. The colourful lights made everything feel so nice.

You were tugged backwards, and your feet moved freely. You took a step backwards, then a second one, and suddenly you were standing. Your tail twitched, and you felt it come free of your collar.

With your balance restored, you finally felt able to walk again. Hunched forwards still, but you could walk.

“Good Nova… Now, here's an easy one. Come." Gerard's voice was firm, direct, and the tug to your collar left no doubt about what came next. You were moving. You were being pulled along. But… you still couldn't see! You couldn't tell what was ahead of you. You could hear and smell, but the world was a blank swirl of calm, soothing colours. All you could do was step towards the voice.

Pleasure.

There was no escape to the satisfying feeling of warmth that trickled down your naked back. Walking towards Gerard made your cock pulse just like it did whenever you thought good thoughts. Following the sound of his voice made your dick ache and your empty ass squeeze.

“That's it. Good Nova. Come ," he said, and you walked towards him. Only this time, there had been no pull on the collar.

So why were you following him?

“Yeah… I knew you were a smart beast. Break through the wild aggression and underneath you're an obedient little thing, aren't you?" Something felt wrong about that, but you couldn't bring yourself to object. “Well, you're gonna be real soon. I got a surprise all set up for you, Nova," the man's voice promised. With a tug, he began to guide you—somewhere.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. Dirt ground under your claws. Your cock twitched and slapped at your own belly with a note of mixed embarrassment and pride. You were big enough to slap your own belly. Somehow that was good, something told you.

Shh, shh, shh. Grass beneath your claws, now. You were out in the open. Cool air brushed your scales. Where were you?

“There we go… So, let's see now… mmh… Have to admit, you're an unusual 'vern, huh? Big wing-claws like yours. We're gonna have to take care of those. Near as I can tell you're a sub-breed of mountain 'verns, which is real nice," you heard as a hand stroked down the back of your head. Aaa, why did it feel so good? “Mountain 'verns can't resist an opportunity to rut something. You're not gonna be any different." Was he saying you wouldn't be able to help yourself… or they wouldn't be able to help themselves on you? “Makes it a great training … incentive. Up."

You were pushed then from behind, and something bumped into your chest. It was thick and barrel-like and soft. You wanted to growl. But obeying was so much better…

“ Up , Nova."

A hand on your flank pushed you forwards and you felt yourself lifting. You were moved forwards, and your chest came down onto something broad and soft. Then you felt Gerard's hand wrap around your dick. You were squeezed. It made your ass tingle, and your tail lashed involuntarily at the prospect that a ghostly dick was about to push into you. Were you worried that would happen… or worried that it wouldn't?

“Yeah… Don't worry, Nova. The spell's one way. We wanna train you back here, not in front here."

Gerard's other hand pressed to your flank, and with a push, your hips were urged forwards. Under the rainbow swirls' urging, you obediently pushed forwards with him, the calming pleasure rewarding you completely. Good 'vern.

Something soft wrapped around the spaded tip of your dick. It squeezed it and felt cool, applying tantalising pressure to your barbs and ridges, making your whole cock pulse. It was like sinking into heaven. You didn't want to do this, not in front of Gerard and— again came the cold . The isolation. The grey _. With a _whine, you humped. Pleasure squeezed your cock and pumped the warm colours back to life.

And when your hips smacked the base of that tight, soft hole, they stuck.

“Yeah… No 'vern can resist a good rut. But see," you heard as a hand rubbed at your flank. “Catching a wild mountain 'vern's a once in a lifetime chance. Realms, I'm still takin' in exactly how lucky I am you wandered in. But you… you're gonna be downright irresistible to other 'verns, now aren'tcha? You're not just gonna be a great mount for Nath," you heard, a hand stroking up the underside of your tail. Forcing it to curve upwards. Helping ease it over your head… to reattach to your collar.

Good 'vern …

You felt your cock spurt into the hole underneath you. You'd filled it so much. Pride swelled in your chest as your knot throbbed. You were claiming something, even if you couldn't work your hips. The shame was so muted, and the pretty colours made the pride so big, made it so easy to do what a beast should. A beast like you.

“We're gonna teach you to be bait for more 'verns. 'Course… that means you're gonna have to learn the female role, but I got a feelin' that comes easy to you, eh?" you heard, as a hand patted your ass again. “So we're gonna just help the spells into training you up for it. So now, let's teach ya a new one, Nova. Present."

With that, a hand pushed under your tail, easing the trunk of it upwards. You felt your tail lifting into the air. Stopping it was just too hard. Obeying felt good. You felt a wash of embarrassment though when you realised that Gerard was suddenly able to see your tailhole – but you still couldn't bring yourself to lower your tail, either.

“Good Nova! Present."

As he praised you for exposing yourself, you felt your cock spurt into the thing wrapped around you, your knot swelling a little inside it. The colours soothed you, making you feel like it was oddly okay for the human to see your bared pucker as it squeezed, showing off that you were enjoying it.

In a moment of mixed embarrassment and delight, you felt… proud to show off your hole to Gerard. To have a taut, stretchy ring to be mounted on display. To your shame and sheepish pride, you lifted your tail up for Gerard of your own free will, arching it over your back, spreading your legs.

“ Good Nova ," you were told again. Throb… splrt! “Good thing I had this old breeding mount to catch your spills, eh? Even enspelled to be resistant to stuff like acid or flame, for the wild ones like you. Now seeing as you were so good about Present ing, that deserves a reward I reckon."

As it sank into your addled brain that you were knot-deep in a breeding mount, you felt the inevitable. A plump pressure, pushing up against your still sore tailhole. “Don't worry, Nova. You 'verns may get real rough, but we're gonna make sure your first few times're nice and easy. Gotta train you up for the real deal after all. This one's a valley 'vern. Not like your kind, these ones are flighty, skittish, and real hard to catch. Though I suppose for you, all that matters is that they're longer and got a lot of barbs," the human chuckled.

And then he pushed inside.

The mount squeezed around your cock tightly. With the toy squashing into your ass, the spell woven around your ass ensured you felt the phantom sensation clamping down on your dick, too. Inside the breeding mount, it felt like it had suddenly come to life with a real ass, and you were helpless but to spurt into it and groan around your hippogryph-flavoured bit.

“Good Nova…"

Was that Gerard, or the spell in your thoughts? It was hard to tell. But you felt the urge to push back onto that thick, bestial cock. Your instincts wanted it rough. You were meant to be bred. They sang to you, a siren song made so much stronger by the rainbow colours' corrective teaching in your mind. You realised you were standing on your toes, hiking your ass up, your body pleading for more, and you'd only taken the tip.

“Yeah… Those spells are having a real good effect, I can tell. Realms bless the mage who made 'em – they may not work on people hah, but they're a godsend for dangerous animals like you, Nova. Yeah… You getting' used to the sound of my voice yet? 'Simportant to keep talking to animals you're training," Gerard said as you felt a hand stroke down your back. As your tight ass clenched around the toy, and the spell made the sensations transfer to your own cock. As the barbed, thick male – toy – shoved into your prostate and gave you an enviable stretching, you realised you were getting kinda close again.

Gerard's hand slid slowly up your back.

“Yeah… We'll have to look into some wing binds for you. Can't have you causing any gusts, now."

Push. The fat toy spread you wide, your hole stretching almost taut around it. You felt barbs popping into you and it felt good. You were taking a lot. The rainbow colours swirled rewardingly. You tried to relax so you could be filled more. You could smell your own arousal, and the stink of other animals close at hand. Clinging to the breeding mount.

With a singular finger, Gerard tugged on the collar that was wrapped around your neck. You felt him slide his finger around your neck as he did, the fat squash under your tail starting to rock back and forth, forcing you to feel like the breeding mount was fucking itself on you.

“Yeah… You're a beautiful one, Nova. You were definitely meant to be collared. We're gonna make you one of the prides of the Croftwells."

In, and out. In, and out. It didn't stop, and the more you were stretched and gaped open by that stiff shaft, the less you wanted it to. You just wanted it to keep going. The pretty colours made everything feel so pleasant, so tingling and good and—

Suddenly, Gerard's hand was running fingers along your wing-hands, feeling at the claws there.

“Mmh… These are pretty well developed, huh? That must be how you got in, eh? Just enough dexterity to open a door… not enough to really do much. Mmmm, better safe than sorry, eh, Nova?"

Yeah. Better safe than sorry.

You felt Gerard give a sudden, firm push, and felt the plump sensation of that plug yawning your ass around it. It didn't have a knot that you could feel, it just had a fat, hefty swell in the middle that was demanding entrance into your ass. It ached and it burned, but as you felt inch after inch squashing into you, you felt a keen urge to finish the job. To let it hilt you. You wanted it inside. You wanted him inside. The colours told you so.

With a wet squitch, the plump midsection squished into your body and with the hardest part over, the rest of it followed all at once, making you jolt. The phantom pressure of your own ass squeezed behind your knot, encouraging it to bloat to life in the breeding mount beneath you.

“Good Nova," you heard again, hand stroking your head. You nearly came on the spot. “Head down."

The hand on your head pushed your snout downwards, making you lower your head until you felt it come to rest on something plush and cool… and wet. You realised that you had drooled on the mount's head copiously with your bit in. Other than slimy, it felt fluffy and old, and as you rubbed your jaw against it, you realised that it felt like… a sheep or a goat head. You didn't know enough about them to tell for sure, and the scents that clung to it could have been any beast. … Who knew what creatures had been on top of this before you.

You felt something slide through your collar by your throat, and suddenly, you couldn't lift your head anymore. You were effectively strapped down to the mount, plugged up, and stuffing it full. You wanted the thickness in your ass to keep moving again, but you couldn't make that happen. Yet every time you clenched, you felt the mount squeeze around you, too.

“Now, I swiped this from the laundry… Sure as heck hope Nath won't mind. Just glad I still had some of the Asher's oil on hand to mix it up with, eh?"

Before you could even think, you felt something draping across your snout. Thick, heavy, and filled with a potent and musky scent that stank. It almost made you gag, and you crinkled your snout beneath the mask.

“Shh, Nova. Let it work its magic. Asher's oil is real good for imprinting. Combine it with some of Nath's used underwear and we're gonna build an association between your deepest instincts and your soon to be owner. Just the smell of him'll be enough to calm you down and get you nice an obedient, like … like an alpha 'vern."

Wh…what? You had someone's underwear draped over your nose? Used? And it was going to make some kind of animal… attraction? Youi felt like you should be upset. Like you should complain, but even as you breathed in through the fabric, you were finding that the scent wasn't quite as bad as you thought at first. Now it just smelled… male.

“Yeah… Gonna make you associate your alpha with the gooood feeling of being bred. Now let's take care of these claws, hmm? Good Nova…"

Part of you wanted to protest. But as soon as you became even aware of that part, you felt a rising urge to shove it down. To push that little voice down and obey. If you listened to that voice, the colours would turn grey, and you'd feel bad. It was better to be good.

Something hard pressed to the claws of your wing arms, and you gave a weak grumble. Gerard's voice shhed you, and you felt fingers take hold of your own 'fingers', one by one.

Each one that Gerard held felt a click, and something jolted the tips your digits one after the other.

“Let's get these nice and blunt… You're gonna be a mount, not a fighter," the man said soothingly. “An all-round mount ," he added with a pat to your ass that made your thighs tremble as the fat breeder inside you bumped. You couldn't protest. You didn't want to protest. Every time you were good, your dick pulsed, being massaged and kneaded in all those perfect ways that your own ass worked. You groaned and drooled onto the mount beneath your chin. The male scent around your snout was starting to smell… kind of hot. Making your body feel flush and warmer than normal. Sheepishly you found yourself breathing deeper than you needed to.

“Yeah. That's the beauty about this spell, too. This spell's gonna make sure you know exactly how to use what nature gave you. You're gonna train yourself to be a dutiful lover, where to squeeze, where to relax, how to hit aaall those nice spots on another 'vern's dick… Doin' great there, Nova. 'Cause you're a good Nova, ain't you?" he asked.

You gave a muffled, muzzled groan back to him, and he rubbed your head. Click went another claw, blunting your natural weaponry.

“Who's a good Nova?" he asked. And a wave ran down the back of your neck. Some small part of you still fighting against the overwhelming conditioning being wrapped around your mind trembled back, 'You could… not answer…'

But then the colours went grey. Everything felt muted. The toy under your tail was just an aching pressure, and the tight confine around your dick was nothing but warm wetness. Fear and confusion trickled into your mind, and your heart began to race.

“Who's a good Nova?" Gerard asked, his voice pitched and playful, like you might talk to a dog. You whined back and tried just like a dog to wag your collar-tethered tail.

Warmth. Colour. Vibrance. The pleasure hit you like a wall and you couldn't suppress a moan, your breath coming hard and sucking in deep lungfuls of that potent, soothing, salty musk. Did it always smell this good…?

“That's right! You're a good Nova," Gerard rumbled, scratching behind your right horn.

Still reeling from it all, now slowly building back towards your edge with the colours helping you along, you felt Gerard swiftly slip something over your wing-arms. Your 'fingers' were bundled up in a tight leathery sack and left even more useless than ever before.

“ Good Nova ," you were praised again as a hand slipped under your ass and began to move the toy in and out of you, squelching and lewdly stretching your rim again, and again, and again, making the phantom feelings milk your cock so completely. You were going to cum so fast if he kept that up. You ached for him to keep it up. “Yeah… We're gonna build a nice, deep association between being the female and feeling good, so you start thinking of getting' to be the female as a reward," Gerard told you. Your heart pumped in excitement as your knot pulsed and you felt yourself spurt precum into the goat/sheep beneath you.

But then it stopped. You whined and squeezed around the cock under your tail, huffing that warming stink through your nostrils. It smelled… good…

“Shh. We'll make you finish plenty. After all we gotta keep helping the spellwork take hold, Nova," Gerard whispered to you, rubbing your snout as drool trickled down over your lips. You couldn't help it. Just like you couldn't help cumming. Just like how you couldn't help whining in a desperate, animalistic way. Just like you couldn't help being a good 'vern. You couldn't stop looking at the colours. Couldn't stop feeling good. And now that the toy was so deep in your ass, you could cum. You just had to think good thoughts. It didn't matter what it let the spell do, you just needed to cum.

Good Nova. Animal. Throb_. You were an animal. You were a riding mount. Pulse. You were a trained steed. You were a female for other 'verns. Splrt… You were… _

Clink.

You were SO CLOSE!

You whimpered as something locked onto your horn. You couldn't tell what it was. It had a weight to it, though. You groaned at the distraction, snorting the stink of Nathan's underwear, feeling your cock pulse just from the scent alone.

“Don't worry, Nova, this won't take long."

Then you felt a bone-jarring grinding touch your horn, a mechanical whirring sound filling your ears. It set your teeth on edge and made you writhe on the mount, trying to pull away, but all that happened was you spilled another mouthful of drool onto the breeding mount. You wanted to growl, but it wasn't in anger. You mostly felt irked that he had interrupted your thoughts that were bringing you closer and closer to popping. Yet even so, you couldn't bring yourself to. It felt like it took too much energy, and the swirling, pulsing, hypnotising pattern of colours made it feel so much easier to just let him work on you.

Soon, the grinding stopped and was moved to your other horn. The grinding, grating sensation rattled your skull on that side, too, before you felt something rubbing your horns.

“There… Nice 'n shaved. Can't have you goring anyone," Gerard murmured. He'd shaven your horns down? You felt like you should be upset. But with a squeeze around the toy, you just felt happy you could focus on getting those good feelings again. “Now let's fit these caps… Solid gold, Nova. Goes real nice with your reds."

You felt something being slotted onto your horns, and then something sliding against them. A weight settled onto either one and stuck fast. The whole while he did it, you just watched the mesmeric colours swirl in front of you, thinking all those good thoughts.

You were happy to do what they said. The pleasure was addicting. The bliss so comforting. You were a good Nova. A good wyvern. An eager mount. You were happy to obey. You were an obedient animal. You were… you were—

SPLTCH-spltch-splt-splt-splt!

You howled into your bit and let drool pour from your lips and into the underwear around your snout as you came, erupting so hard into the breeding mount that you ached. You couldn't remember emptying your lungs so hard from cumming before but you couldn't keep it in – you gave a primal, feral bellow as your cock erupted thick gouts of animal slime into the lifeless breeding mount beneath you, the valley wyvern toy in your tail feeling perfect.

“Good Nova! All by yourself, I didn't even have to help… Yeah, let the scent soak in. A climax that hard's gonna cement that scent right in your brainstem," he gently crooned as you writhed and spurted, sucking hard gasps of male-stained air. The scent was intoxicating, arousing, overwhelming. You couldn't see anything, but still your eyes rolled back in your head, the colours soothing and rewarding and reinforcing everything that happened. You curled your toes and pushed against the breeding mount, eager for more as you emptied your internal balls til they ached.

By the time you started to come down from your high, you felt Gerard's hand unhooking your collar. Doing something to your legs. You felt the fat, barbed shaft of the valley wyvern toy being eased out of your ass, leaving you trembling, before with a wet pop, you were disconnected from the mount and left to stand there in the darkness.

Truth be told, you couldn't even tell if it was still daytime.

“Good Nova," you were soothed, a hand patting your neck. You stood there, breathing hard, feeling oddly calm and pleased, a dull pride welling in your chest at everything that had happened. “Not even shaking the cloth away, huh? Yeah, I'd say… that last climax did just the trick," the human said, his voice so close to your earhole. Your brain tried to process what that meant when you felt him lift Nathan's underwear off from your nose. You … hadn't even noticed it was still on there.

Cool, fresh air greeted your nostrils and, oddly, made you feel less comfortable than before. You shifted a little uneasily, your dick pulsing between your hindlegs.

“Now Nova," you heard the human say from behind you. On shaky feet, you turned around to face him. “ Present."

You dropped your front, bound wing-hands touching what felt soft enough to be grass, then lifted your tail, showing off your sore and tenderised hole and hanging shaft for the world to see.

Wait…

You gave a little grumble as you realised what had just happened, only for the noise to be cut short as Gerard's hand found your rump and gave it a pat.

“That's a good 'vern, yeah." You couldn't hold back a quiet noise that sounded distinctly inhuman, encouraging the human at your rump to slide a finger inwards and touch the tenderised ring that was your ass. “Mmh. Normally takes beasts like you a while to figure out how to get rewards from the spell… You must be a real smart 'vern to get this well trained already. Well don't worry, you pumped enough 'vern seed into the spell circle to keep those colours swirling through your head for the next three months I bet," Gerard said, sounding proud. “You're gonna be perfect."

Three months? But you were a guest – you were only supposed to visit for a day!

With a push, he slid his finger into your ass, and you felt a phantom sensation squish along your still stiff breeder. It was overwhelming after having finished just then, but it still felt so good that you could only tremble and drool from both your bridled mouth, and your still hanging dick. Thanks to the colours, it was hard to feel anything but pleased at the situation.

“Now… Let's start drilling some proper commands into you, hmm?"

* * *

Sit. Down. Stay. Leave it. Heel. Take. Growl. Come. Beg. Roll over. Present.

Command after command, Gerard drilled new ideas into your head. The colours warmed and welcomed each one, and you found it hard to object to any. They were easy to understand. They were easy to follow. Embarrassment faded away at the prospect of being trained like an animal, especially as each success brought another twinge of pleasure. Gerard didn't bother taking the blinding mask off from you. You couldn't even ask why but, in truth, you were so deep in the swirling, gently caressing colours that you didn't even think of asking why.

You were a good 'vern. Good 'verns did what they were told. Good 'verns obeyed. Good 'verns didn't hesitate.

Good 'verns didn't object when strange, tight bands slipped around their wings, leaving them unable to unfurl them. Good 'verns didn't object when fat plugs, shaped after 'eastern 'verns' were squished into their rumps, the bulbous, ridged textures almost making them lose control then and there. Good 'verns like you did just what they were told.

Slurping in what drool you could, the rest falling to the ground, you filled and fulfilled each command that Gerard gave you for his training regime, finding it easier and easier with each passing event.

Eventually, he seemed to give you a reprieve and simply gave your snout a slow rubbing, letting you feel that insidiously nice sensation of having someone rub your muzzle.

“You're doing so well, Nova. Haven't had a beast follow along with their training so well in I can't remember how long. So I got a little test for you," he rumbled, his voice low, making you have to pay attention to it. Dividing your attention between the comfort of the flickering colours and Gerard's voice wasn't easy, but the tingling between your legs and down your spine made it more than worth it. “Mmh. Nova, come ," he said, snapping his fingers.

With a shaky step, you began to follow him.

Step by step, you made your way towards somewhere, guided only by his sound, his scent, and the pleasurable reward sensations the colours gave you with each correct step. You felt almost drunk and you adored it. Everything felt good when you obeyed.

“One last test for the evening," Gerard said as the ground changed beneath your claws from grass to something dustier. Dirt? It didn't matter much. You could smell animals around you. Dimly, your head processed that maybe you were being put to bed for the night. Somewhere with stalls. Eventually, you reached somewhere that Gerard deemed to be enough, and he clicked his tongue. _“ Present _," he said.

Immediately, you dropped your front and hiked y_our tail up, eager to show him your still plugged rump. The pleasure that jolted your phantom-wrapped dick left you _spurting. Before anything else happened, you felt something drape across your snout.

Male. Musk. Salt. The scent that filtered into your nose made you immediately relax, and your cock jumped hard enough to slap your belly lewdly. Nathan's scent. Your alpha's scent. You tried, and failed to hold back a whine as your dick began to drool just like your bridled muzzle. You slurped at the hippogriff flavoured bit.

“Good 'vern. Now stay ," he said, as you heard him start to move.

And you did. You stayed put, like a good animal. Like the good mount you were learning to be, happy to be. You wanted it so badly, to be good. To let the colours, to let the sensation under your tail urge you to cum again. You needed it. It was hard not to weakly hump the air, even knowing it would do nothing to help your needs.

Gerard did something to the side of you. He did something above you. He did something behind you, and you heard the shifting about of something heavy. Then you felt fingers grip the fat eastern wyvern plug inside your tail and pull it slowly out, eliciting a groan from you.

“This time, Nova, you're going to do the work," he said. You felt hands take hold of your hips and push them backwards, your body still presenting, and you felt something stiff, something firm push against your tailhole. A fat, heavy toy that felt like it was bigger than any of the ones you'd tried so far. “So, Nova…" You knew it was coming. You… wanted it to come. “ Sit."

You sat.

Or at least, you pushed back.

Heat. The toy was fat, and warm already against your ass. It squished against you, not quite sinking into your stretched ring, so big was this new one. You grumbled, toes curling as you pushed… until you felt the broad crown pop into you and the phantom sensation of a tight ass slide onto the spaded tip of your feral cock. It was big enough to hurt a little, but between the sympathetic spell around your cock and ass and the swirling, hypnotising colours that had been slithering tendrils deep into your thoughts for hours upon hours, you felt pleasure explode in your ass, scratching the itch that the colours had spent the entire day cultivating. It was overwhelmingly large, and you felt a spasm wrack your body as it mashed your prostate.

Slap!

Your cock hit your own belly and you felt like you would have seen spots if you hadn't been so lost in the warm, mesmerizingly training colours.

“Good 'vern. Show him what a female you are."

You gave a strangled groan and humped yourself backwards.

Every inch you shoved onto the toy, you felt your own cock jump, spraying little jets of precum. The fat tip felt almost blunt, and after all day working and riding ridged, barbed, or bulbous 'vern cocks, this one felt plain and easy to sink onto… if not for how thick it was. Maybe your owner was trying to train you for size now. You could do it. You were a proud breeder.

The thoughts in your head were scrambled and shaky, and you rocked yourself forwards, feeling the fat, pulsing cock drag at your ass. You paused, then squashed yourself back with a groan, feeling as Gerard wrapped something around your feet. The cock inside your ass was so big that you felt like it was going to distend your guts. As it twitched against your prostate, you felt like you were in love.

“Not as spiky or bulbous, but this guy's gonna teach you about being regularly filled," you heard Gerard coo.

Back and forth, back and forth, each hump of your ass against that magnificent toy sheathing your own dick in a phantom echo of your own ass, you rocked your way up to the edge. Good 'vern. Mount. Female. Good Nova. Hump, hump, buck. Obedient. Eager. You kept squishing yourself back, shamelessly crying out when your ass wrapped around a medial ring, the phantom ass around your own cock squeezing down around your midsection.

Pride. Lust. Adoration. The colours made everything feel perfect. Your tail hiked high in the air, and you groaned around your bit. Nathan's stink filled your every breath, and in that moment, you felt your cock jolt as you rode the edge. You lurched forwards, spraying wyvern pre across the ground.

Bliss and ecstasy wracked your overloading mind as you felt the toy suddenly flare and throb, only for liquid heat to start squirting and flooding into your ass.

“Good Castigir!"

As though cold water had been dumped on you, you jolted for a moment. _Not a toy. Castigir… … The owner of the bit between your jaws . The hippogriff. _

You were feeling a living, breathing animal cumming inside your ass, and, and—

And helplessly, you went over the edge.

Nova the wyvern screeched around the hippogriff cock lodged in his ass and came, knot swelling up hard. You erupted, spurting hard onto the ground, your gaping ass clamping down around the beast busy unloading its spunk into your guts.

Each throb filled you so completely, and each flex made the flare at the end distend your insides a little more. You couldn't think straight, the fat, potent breeder pushing against your prostate by sheer girth, leaving you writhing as you emptied yourself out. In those moments, you couldn't care. This was good. This was right. You were a female 'vern being bred by a drake, and it didn't matter that he was the wrong species. You were in heaven.

Throb, throb, throb— you felt him cumming and cumming, flooding your insides as you painted the floor, drowning in the stink of Nathan and feeling your guts bloat with pressure.

“Gooood boy, Castigir… Good Nova. You both did so well, I'm gonna give you both a reward…"

You heard something click, and suddenly you heard a snort from above you. Weight settled down onto your back, though not much. Soft but warm, prickly but stiff, it could have been feathers or fur. You wanted to pull off. To tug away. But you knew what it would bring… grey. Cold. Dark. In that moment, the warmth of the colours were the most comforting thing in the world, and the best you could drum up was a groan. A groan as you heard hooves moving and realised that something had been slid underneath your chest, to support your weight. Like the breeding mount, but simpler. You could still feel Castigir's cock cumming, pumping rope after gooey, warm rope into your bloating guts.

With a gurgle, the slime squelched in deeper, relieving some of the pressure under your tail by letting the slime squish into your core where it would take days to flush out.

“Yeah… This time, Castigir gets to be in charge."

You felt the very real, very living cock tug at your insides as the hippogriff on your back tested out his new mount. You could feel him pulsing softly, not even slightly losing hardness and heard a trill from above you as the mythological hybrid was released from whatever had been holding him so still before.

“Yeah. You're a real good Nova," you heard, before the hippogriff positioned his legs, sniffed at the back of your neck with a warm gust of air, then bucked.

Your guts were punched in, and your cock jerked messily.

“Ah… but while you two get to know each other, I gotta make a call. Don't go anywhere," you heard jovially, before you were left.

Beneath a horny hippogriff, medial-ring deep in your ass.

Who started to eagerly hump into your body.

With each shove, his cock sheathed itself in your insides and at the same time magically pumped your own cock, the spell endlessly rewarding you for being fucked. Teaching you that being rutted, filled and used under your tail would flood you with more pleasure than you could ever get from doing the fucking yourself.

Thrust after thrust you were filled and bred by the beast on your back, his shrill coos and cries filling your ears, his gut-breaking cock filling your ass, and Nathan's cloying, pungent, oddly soothing scent filling your nostrils. Above and around it all were the lights, tickling your vision, caressing your thoughts, and reminding you that the thick taste of Castigir's bit in your mouth was good. This was all good. You were good. A good 'vern. A good Nova.

When Castigir came, it was like a hose had been turned on. His cock skewered into you with enough force that you think you would have broken had you been human, but as a draconic creature your insides endured – endured as his flare swelled and he began to pump your guts so full that, had you been able to see yourself, you might have wondered if you were pregnant. You came hard, over and over, unable to stop yourself, unable to resist as Castigir rutted you like a true beast in season.

At some point you felt a beak around the base of your neck, biting you as you were stuffed. You didn't know what had happened to Gerard, but it felt like he'd been gone for hours. Or had it been minutes? Around the pain and pleasure of being taken by the hippogriff, you couldn't tell. When he flared again in you, his beak clamped down and he cawed out proudly, stomping his hooves as he filled you with equine spunk.

After that he began to lick and lap at you, treating you gently, like a tender lover might after a night of intimate romance… until you felt his cock start to stiffen inside you again. Then back came the bite, the rough breeding, the pleasure that wouldn't let up. _Flare. Gurgle. Licking, nuzzling… Hump _.

Your ass gave out and you stopped even trying to clench around the feral beast that was claiming you. You just let him have you, let him fuck you, let him treat you like the breeding mount that you'd been claiming just hours beforehand… and the colours made you feel so relaxed and happy.

For what felt like hours you were bred, fucked into the wooden support under your chest. Your tail didn't go down and you didn't even think about putting it down. Your toes curled as you came again and again, until you felt like you were going to start shooting blanks. Castigir alternated between using you as a receptacle for his rut, and nuzzling and licking at you like a lover.

The beast must have had some intelligence to him, because partway through it you remember a talon pressing against your cock and rubbing at it being what sent you helplessly over the edge again. The feral hippogriff giving you some perverse reacharound as you were pushed and broken in…

Dazed, dizzy and heart hammering in overwhelmed pleasure, it was a mercy when finally the hippogriff seemed to have enough and slowed down, simply laying over your back, some of the weight taken off of you – perhaps by a breeding bar? – and the rest supported by whatever Gerard had placed underneath you.

It was a mercy mostly because after a few very short minutes, you lapsed into the sweet embrace of sleep.

* * *

That night, your dreams were of being a good wyvern. Of being mounted by a mysterious Nathan, someone you didn't know the appearance of but who somehow looked as good as he smelled in your dream. You flew with him from place to place and helped him to be a valiant force, adored and admired for your regal scales, your brilliant eyes, and your excellent training. You proudly paraded in front of other people for Nathan, showing off your superb training and how well groomed you were, and were praised and adored for every command you obeyed.

So admired, so renowned were you that it was with a bright smile that the handsome rider helped you into the stables in the evening, where a big, proud wyvern drake was waiting to take you and begin those curious, inquisitive nuzzles and snuffles beneath your tail that would tell him whether you were in season or not… which you were, of course. He growled happily as you presented to him, letting him start to hop up on your back proudly and start poking beneath your tail, your body already flush and excited for what was about to happen.

And above the haze of pleasant dreams was an ever present, comforting, rainbow-hued sky…

* * *

When you woke up, you felt warmth above you. Castigir was still on your back, you dimly realised, breathing deeply and heavily, his barrel-like chest of soft feathers weighing down on your back. You felt warm, happy, satisfied, and good. It took you a moment to realise what had woken you up.

“Aah, morning, Nova," you heard, the voice sounding guilty. “Morning, Castigir. Come on… Let's get you two disentangled. Some stuff came up last night and I was longer than I thought… Came back to find you two lovebirds fast asleep. Well, lovebirds and lovebirds," he chuckled. “Afraid that you two aren't exactly going to be exclusive, Nova, but you did real well. Real well… Yeah. Oh."

The human paused at something, and you weren't sure what.

“This been here all night?" you heard, before a hand gripped your cock gently, giving it a soft squeeze. “I forgot you 'verns don't go down til something makes you go down. Mmh… Well, come on, let's get you out and to the barn for a clean, hmm?"

With that, you felt clicks and movement. You heard Castigir give a soft warble, a disapproving noise that was accompanied by a grind of his crown against your prostate – he'd gone soft in the night, it seemed, yet not enough to actually pop that flare out. You wanted him to fill you the rest of the way again…

But soon enough, Gerard had unhitched the hippogriff and led him away, and then was stopping behind you.

“Whew… Yeah. Look at that," you heard, feeling a finger rub against the ring of your ass. You could feel hippogriff cum drooling out from it, and tried to squeeze your ass to stop it. “Not even closing anymore. He did as number on you, huh? … I wonder."

Before you could even think about what he might be wondering, you felt Gerard's fingers push against your hole. Felt them press together… only for his hand to sink into your ass. The pleasure that radiated around your cock was intense, and your dick slapped your belly in pleasure. You felt his knuckles pass your gaping ring, schlurping in to the wrist.

“Wow. Castigir … not sure whether to punish him or reward him for this. Well… Let's see," you heard as Gerard's fingers rubbed your insides, three fingers pushing to your prostate and making you whine. “I'd been planning on getting a stretch out of him, but this is more than I expected. No matter," the human rumbled. He pulled his hand back, then you heard a squirting.

A finger, coated in a cool gel by the feel of it, rubbed against the lower half of your stretched, gaping ring. You felt it begin to grow warm, then a little tingly. Gerard slowly rubbed his finger around your rim, sliding it over the worn, sore muscle there. “Easy, Nova… This oil's for the best. Nice and rejuvenating. You won't have to worry about ever tightening up again, gonna leave you nice and elastic for next time…"

Gerard rubbed the slime into your whole ring, pushing and fingering your ass and leaving you whining. You were so stretched that even with him rubbing his finger against your rim, you couldn't close your hole around it – his finger was… too small. He patted your ass reassuringly, answering your whine by telling you not to worry, Castigir'd be on your back again real soon.

Before long though he was moving you back out, through cool morning air to some new location. The barn, he'd said…? It was hard to keep straight in your head… It was easier just to drift, to be a good 'vern. You'd had such… nice dreams…

“Here we are," you heard. You were led through the room, innately trusting that the floor would support your feet and that your handler would keep you moving, before you were stopped. “Now… Here," you heard, before your head was urged forwards. Your snout bumped into something soft. Something wooly. Something that stank of… of you.

The breeding mount.

Your cock slapped your belly, having gone through the whole night with a hippogriff asleep under your tail and no release. It reminded you how pent up you were already. You curled your toes, ready to jump up onto the sweet source of relief.

“Ah-ah," you heard. You felt a grip to your tail pulling you back a little. “ Sit ," you heard.

You lowered your rump. You didn't even think about it. You just did. So easy, to just do what you were told…

And your ass bumped against a fat, plump plug.

“There we go… Feel that, Nova? You got a choice. A nice, waiting breeding mount… or a thick, ridged mountain 'vern toy. Can't have both at once. How do you wanna take care of that need, hmm? Make your choice, Nova. There's a good 'vern."

Your head was stroked so gently. Your body tensed up, and you felt torn inside. Your heart beat fast, and you found it hard to think straight. You watched the swirling colours rapturously, feeling Castigir's slime dripping from your rump…

…And you sat yourself down on the fat, plump toy. Pleasure, raw and undiluted wrapped itself around your cock and sheathed itself under your tail.

You sat yourself down. You made your choice. Drool dribbled down your chin as you shivered from the pleasure.

You felt ridge after ridge popping into your ass, making you spurt across the floor. You felt proud of how much you could take. It all felt so overwhelming, and your toes curled hard as you squelched inches slowly into your gaping ring. Gerard's hand stroked your head, and you trembled in bliss.

Escape… Yeah… You should escape… But just… Just a little longer, first… Just a little…