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Four more months. That was all Brosek needed. And it felt like an eternity away, but he’d made it three eternities already. Just four more months, and maybe he’d have a chance to get his dick back.

It was a strange thing to have to think about, even though he’d been thinking about it twelve months already. But that was the way it went.

Of course, it wasn’t a normal situation to have. Brosek normally did have a standard male set of gonads, and that was the way he wanted to be. And it was the way he would have stayed, if not for a little complication that had popped up unexpectedly…he had wanted to create an egg, to ensure that his genes were passed on to a new generation, and had found a willing partner, a silver dragoness named Celaya, who would take the egg with no strings attached. It seemed like a great arrangement, except they couldn’t actually make an egg appear…and after a consultation with Brosek’s friend Qerrel, the reasons why were laid out in front of them. Namely, Brosek had semen that was utterly useless at impregnation, and Celaya had weak eggs and a womb not well suited to hosting an egg. That was when Qerrel had proposed an option for them: exchange their genitals via a magical induction, which would provide them the chance that they sought.

It wasn’t exactly Brosek’s favorite idea. But he had been pushed into it by Celaya, who had reminded him that he had wanted to pass on his progeny, and this might have been the only way he could accomplish that. So he had gone along with it, accepting a swap between himself and Celaya, giving himself a vagina and womb and the dragoness a penis and testes. And, just to ensure there was no chance that the swap would yield nothing, some additional little effects compelled them to rut as much as possible in order to get that egg made. And it had been successful - Brosek had gotten knocked up after a few days, the egg had come out a couple weeks later, and Celaya had gone off satisfied, while Brosek had the satisfaction of knowing he had offspring out there somewhere.

There was just one teeny, tiny little problem: he hadn’t gotten his cock back.

Much as he would never have admitted it out loud, Brosek knew it was partly his fault. Though he still blamed Celaya and Qerrel generally, it had also been his oversight…he had gone through it on the presumption that he would just be switching for a little bit and then going back to the way he was. It hadn’t occurred to him, despite the hints she gave, that Celaya wasn’t of the same mind - she wasn’t attached to egg-bearing parts that didn’t work. And neither had Qerrel expected that they would want to return, so he had designed it to be one-way - and Brosek hadn’t actually told him that he wanted it otherwise, nor would Celaya have done so since she didn’t want it that way. A lack of being on the same page was what had gotten Brosek into this situation, and with Celaya having gone off to parts unknown, there was no way to try to reverse the spell directly to swap back - among the other issues that would have interfered. And after getting an egg in him, Brosek’s body was liable to be extremely resistant to that kind of change, which was why he had been having to wait for so long. Not the way he had imagined anything happening…and Brosek rather wished he’d put more thought into everything, rather than just going along with what others were setting up. Maybe he could have arranged things a little more cleanly if he’d asserted more control…

But there wasn’t much helping that in the aftermath. All he could do was wait it out, and try to avoid being a target. So that was what he had been doing. Trying to go about his usual business without letting on that he wasn’t equipped the way he was supposed to be. Pretending to every other dragon around that he simply wasn’t seeking out sex because he wasn’t currently in the mood, while making sure they didn’t discern what was actually going on with him. A few things were at least working to his advantage - he wasn’t really sought after by females, and he already didn’t want to hike his tail for males, so it wasn’t exactly a shock that he wasn’t getting a whole lot of action. He was making himself more scarce around other dragons than he usually did, but it wasn’t as if he was the most sociable sort anyway - particularly when it came to the larger ones, they tended to think little of him and the feeling was fairly mutual. About the only dragon he visited with regularly was Qerrel, and that was because Qerrel already knew about the change - being the one who made it happen in the first place - and was borderline asexual so there was no risk of breaching a risky boundary.

With a plan like that, it might have seemed like smooth sailing. In practice, it was anything but.

Brosek was what was often called a ‘magic nerd’ by other dragons, in tones varying from appreciation to derision. He studied magic and had a knowledge of runecraft that was beyond most dragons, and considering dragons were pretty naturally adept at their type of magic that was saying something. What that meant was that dragons would sometimes come to him for custom magic preparations - and he couldn’t turn them away, that could incite suspicion. So he had to make himself available for that, which meant risking exposure with every customer who came by, and do his best to keep his hindquarters out of sight…and it almost meant he had to risk being intruded on by dragons who were less than congenial towards him, which he knew would want to take advantage of his vulnerability, and hope they would just keep their antagonism to words. There was also the matter of his scent, which was certainly distinctive enough to signal to other dragons the way he was; he had to use magic to try to hide his scent, or use natural compounds with strong scents that would cover up that natural odor, but each of those were imperfect solutions that always had him a little nervous. Both issues that were giving him trouble, but they paled compared to the third problem.

Namely, Brosek was too damn horny.

It wasn’t like the initial change, when he’d been dosed with a lust driver that had made him unable to think if he wasn’t fucked frequently to help promote that egg that he’d been looking to make. That had been rough, even if it had made the sex wildly pleasurable. No, this was lower-grade, but much more persistent…that itch became intolerable every few days, requiring him to do something about it. Of course, Brosek couldn’t possibly risk any dragon actually helping him with the issue - and it wasn’t just because his pride wouldn’t allow him to consider it, though that was certainly a considerable incentive. It was also because he was, as Qerrel had deigned to put it, ‘disgustingly fertile’. His changed loins were apparently the polar opposite of his original ones - where his prior balls were pumping out dead water, his current ovaries were so eager to send out fresh and healthy eggs that they were working overtime to try to make it happen. Brosek had an active magic protection up to try to protect himself in the event that someone did catch him in an ambush - but he was well aware that it wasn’t perfect protection, it was vulnerable to a powerful-enough dispel, and it was also vulnerable to will failure. And while Brosek didn’t think he would ever WANT to yield to a dragon trying to breed him, if his body fought himself enough it might potentially override his conscious desires.

So there was little choice for Brosek than to do whatever he could to alleviate the arousal on his own. He couldn’t just try to ignore it, that would intensify the scent he was giving off beyond reliable masking. And without other dragons being able to help, he had to create substitutes. Which meant, at least once every few days, he found himself in a quiet, private spot, puffing and growling as a magic dildo rammed itself into his pussy over and over again, ruthlessly hard as that seemed to be important for speeding the process along. Sometimes he changed the texture or attributes of the dildo, keeping it novel with barbs or spikes or bumps to keep it from getting too stale and leaving him wanting - he’d found out early on that the same thing over and over again got dissatisfying in a hurry. Even in private, it felt mildly demeaning, but he had to do it to maintain the facade long enough to hopefully get things resolved. It had been working so far…but now there was a complication.

“You’ve gotta help me out, Qerrel! I’m going crazy here! Nothing’s working!”

“I’ve provided you all the options I’ve been able to come up with, Brosek. If they aren’t working, I’m sorry, but I don’t have any other secret alternatives that will do exactly what you want.”

“I…I can’t…there has to be SOMEthing!” Brosek was practically apoplectic with desperation. He was visibly severely out of sorts, his face flushed, his posture strained, and his vent swollen up, puffy and sopping wet. It had been like this for four days at this point...even before that he’d known that something was wrong, his usual methods weren’t giving him nearly as much relief as they had been. But he’d been able to power through that…this, though, was so much worse, it felt a whole lot closer to when he’d been in that near-mindless breeding state back at the start of this whole thing. “I can’t just…go around like this! Everyone’s gonna notice this!”

Qerrel shook his head. “There doesn’t have to be something. It’s not that I’m not sympathetic, but I literally don’t think I CAN help you. Your heat doesn’t appear to be responsive to any herbal or magical treatments that I know how to administer.”

“How can that be possible? Why would it not work on me if it works on others? Did you screw something up when you did this whole swap thing? Or is that thing you used to make me crazy with need back then coming back?”

“Nothing got screwed up, and there’s none of that lust driver left in your system - it doesn’t work like that. I’ve heard of an estrus being unresponsive to suppression treatments before - it’s usually a sign of the body rebelling against a lack of…proper engagement, shall we say. It certainly doesn’t happen to everyone - for example, I’ve never been in heat or rut, despite the fact that I can go years between receiving the touch of another.”

Brosek groaned. “Then why is it happening to ME?”

“I can only hypothesize. But it could be because you are…an exceptionally well-primed breeder, whose body is eager to engage in the acts that will fill it with eggs as it wants to be. I haven’t been subtle with you about this, your fertility is stratospheric - easily the highest I’ve ever personally recorded.”

“If I’m that damn fertile, then why did it take three days before Celaya knocked me up?”

“Because you had just transformed and your body needed both to be warmed up to the change and to be stimulated for that production.” Qerrel was being maddeningly casual about all this - Brosek really wished he would have treated this as weird somehow, it would have helped with his mental framing of everything. “And mind you, three days is far more rapid than I expected it to be - I envisioned two weeks at least.”

The amber dragon’s eyes widened. “You…expected me to be that frickin’ uncontrollably horny for WEEKS?”

“Well, yes. That was what I expected it to require. You had a goal, I was trying to ensure it was met. It’s not like you had anything else going on that would have interfered, either. Anyway, that’s all beside the point - we’re well past that initial stage, and you’re well-entrenched in your astonishing fertility, without my having done anything to compel it. And none of that is because of the lingering presence of a lust driver or any after-effects it had - this is all you. And it might just be that your fertile depths have decided that your magic toys have proven lacking in providing it what it truly wants.”

“What about what I truly want? I didn’t ask for this, I just wanted to pop out an egg and get my dick back! Why is it that couldn’t do the job but this part can?”

Qerrel shrugged, the last thing Brosek wanted to see. “If I had answers to that, you would have answers to that. There’s only one thing I can tell you: when all else fails, there is but one remaining solution. You’re going to have to let someone give you the relief you need.”

Brosek’s breath hitched hearing that. “You can’t…seriously be suggesting I let someone knock me up?! That’ll just ruin all the waiting I already did! I’ll have to start all over again!”

“That would likely be the case. But you probably wouldn’t have to actually make an egg - just getting the feedback of a real dick and real seed would probably put that heat to rest, at least with enough of it. Obviously it would carry risk, but with the signal you’re giving off, you’re practically a walking invitation as it is - and someone will probably take it.”

“…Can’t you do it?”

Qerrel snorted. “That’s not happening. Your scent’s twigging very different urges in me, and at this point I’m hoping not to go into heat myself, I’m not interested in experiencing it for the first time either. It’s going to have to be someone else. I know you don’t love that idea, but there has to be another dragon out there that you can trust with this secret - not ALL of them are out to get you. Go looking around and see who you can find who’ll give you what you need for relief…I’d offer a name if I had any to give.”

Probably the worst thing for Brosek to hear - that he would have to risk exposure to resolve the problem. This was not helping his already unstable mood…who could he trust with this? He didn’t have many friends outside of Qerrel, and he wasn’t even sure those who he would count as ‘maybe friends’ would keep things secret enough. Maybe he had to come up with a spell that could ensure their silence…that might have had to be the way to go. Coming up with spells in a scattered mindstate like this wasn’t exactly ideal, but if that was the only way to safely get out of it, he’d just have to take the risk.

———

Brosek’s body wanted action. His mind needed peace and quiet. Not a great combination. But as usual, he was deferring to his mind for the time being, trying to ignore the heat for just a little bit longer. If he could just get one day to put together a plan and the spell concepts to execute it, he was sure that would be enough…it wouldn’t necessarily be for just anyone, but he WAS a magic nerd, he had a lot of confidence in his abilities, even under this kind of stress. But he needed seclusion…he couldn’t go anywhere where he might be expected to be seen, nor where other dragons might decide to look for him.

Unfortunately, to get to any secluded area, he had to go through non-secluded areas. And he was trying to do so with as much haste as possible…which was significantly more difficult from the ground. He feared that he might be too… ‘visible’ from the air, which would screw everything up before he even had a chance to pull it off. He was already using a glamour to try to hide it, but some dragons could easily see through those. So staying on the ground was the strategy, at least as much as he could; likely he’d have to take wing at some point, but if he could do it where there was less activity, then he’d be more likely to get away with it. At least it gave him more time to plan.

A seal of silence. It’s not hard to make one - secret-keepers do it all the time. But that’s not enough, I also need to make sure they don’t put me at risk of losing all this progress. I don’t know how long they’re going to have to keep at it to relieve me, and if they got any funny ideas…some kind of anti-virility charm on them would help protect me even if they managed to pull a stunt on my own spell. If it’s subtle enough, they won’t even notice it, it won’t decrease their productivity, just make their sperm useless…mmph, kind of like how I was naturally. There’s an irony about that that I’d really rather not think about right now, I need to focus on just making it work. I think I know the runes I need to draw for this, it’s just a matter of-

“Ay! Magic nerd!” Brosek nearly leapt out of his scales at that voice, whipping to his right half-frantically. Standing not far away from him was the last dragon in the world he wanted to see on a good day…black-scaled, long gleaming horns, physically powerful, and probably about a third again bigger than Brosek was.

Rubato. Fuck.

Rubato was the ruler of the roost around there, in the figurative sense. In the literal sense there were no rulers, because they were dragons, they did what they wanted…but the way to get what you wanted was generally some kind of power, and Rubato had most kinds of power. He was the largest and strongest of the dragons in their area, able to impose with little effort on many others - and not at all shy about doing so. He was also charismatic, being quite popular amongst the others in the region - and the fact that he was confident and even arrogant, cocksure, aggressive, and immodest were all contributors to that charisma, his attitude might not have flown in a different species but it soared here. He was a sexual dynamo, having the biggest dick and most productive nuts of all male dragons around without enhancements in play, and not shy about using it - and, as was the norm around there, permission was not an obligation. Something Brosek knew better than he wished, his tailhole had been caught up by Rubato a few times, much as he tried to avoid that…and it was embarrassing to admit that, much as he disliked Rubato, no other had quite yielded as robust a release from him.

Rubato didn’t think highly of Brosek, and the feeling was mutual. The ‘tiny magic nerd’ was a subject of ridicule on the regular, often with comments about his lack of action and a not-subtle hint to submit to him thrown in. Brosek liked to think that Rubato was just jealous because of what Brosek DID have on him - he was more magically adept, something that even the black wouldn’t deny. He just insisted that that wasn’t of that much value in the large scheme, while Brosek tried to claim that that was what made a dragon really great, not being big. But there was one area where ‘big’ kind of did matter to Brosek, and he was clearly outclassed in that regard, which was part of the reason it was so hard for him to find partners, and especially eggmaking partners…really, it was Rubato’s needling about him probably being too underwhelming to even knock up a female that had spurred him to find one he could just to prove the big asshole black wrong. Which had sort of spectacularly backfired on him…

There was distance between them at the moment, thankfully. Rubato was hanging around with a trio of other dragons, a red and a green and a blue, who were looking at him with similar derision and mocking; Brosek didn’t know any of them, he may have seen them around but he didn’t make a habit of getting to know names of dragons that he had no reason to want anything to do with. Show no fear. Give them no reason to want to do more than yap. “The fuck do YOU want?” he snapped aggressively - which might have seemed like undermining his goal, but this was how he usually was to Rubato, so it was his hope that they would see that all as normal.

“Just to tell you you were about to walk into a tree.” Rubato’s faux-innocent grin and remark elicited snickers from the other three.

“The hell I was, I know where I’m going.” Brosek was hoping his eyes flicking to the side weren’t obvious to them. He HAD been awfully close to one, but he was sure he would have noticed before a collision. Pretty sure. Somewhat sure. “Some of us can think and walk at the same time.”

“Some of us can fly if we want to go somewhere,” jeered the red.

“I can walk where I want if I feel like walking. The fuck does it matter to you?”

“Eh, leave him alone, he’s probably thinking about how little sex he’s getting,” cackled the blue. “Clearly a LOT for him to think about there.”

There was some technical truth to that, but Brosek was very much hoping they didn’t glom onto the reason why. “Just because you’re obsessed doesn’t mean all of us are. I can get my own action just fine.”

“Doesn’t sound like you have been,” remarked Rubato with a knowing grin. “Word has it you haven’t been seen with anyone else in months. Except that purple magic nerd, but we all know he ain’t giving or taking. You know, I’m a magnanimous dragon, I could cure that dry spell for you nice and quick.”

“Like hell I’d ever want it from YOU,” spat back Brosek.

“Funny, your moans weren’t sending that message last time I got under your tail.” Brosek flushed a bit, he really didn’t want that reminder - especially since it was intensifying the heat in his body. “Aw, are you blushing? We all know you want me, not that big a secret. I can’t blame you, everyone does.”

“I swear he almost smells like a bitch in heat, that’s how into you he is!” the green declared with a leer. THAT was what got Brosek panicking a bit - his smell was that strong that it traveled that far that quickly? Not good…he scrambled to deflect, going for the first thing he could think of.

“That has nothing to do with YOU. It has everything to do with the bitch in heat I was just slit-deep inside. She was moaning MY name and about how much better I was than that big stinky black dragon that’s always trying to get at her.” The trio around Rubato snorted and exchanged somewhat sour looks, which Brosek wasn’t sure was a good or a bad thing.

Rubato was unfazed, though. “Really. What was her name?”

Fuck me. “…I didn’t ask. She was so busy begging me to relieve her heat that I didn’t think about it.”

“Sure, little fake gold. Whatever you say.” Okay, Rubato clearly wasn’t buying it, but that wasn’t Brosek’s goal, escape from the situation was. And as long as Rubato didn’t know the truth, he could manage.

“Fine, don’t believe me. Isn’t gonna change anything. Leave me alone.” He took wing, genuine huffiness hopefully selling the impression to the quartet. They’d probably be laughing at him acting all bitchy for being called out, but as far as Brosek was concerned that was a win - it wasn’t like they respected him anyway. But still, the more distance he had from any of them, the better - especially for getting the memories of Rubato’s cock out of his head, because that wasn’t going to help him fix his issue at all…despite the way his body was trying to tell him it absolutely was.

———

It wasn’t exactly a great night for Brosek, the heat was really making sleep challenging. So he wasn’t truly well-rested in the morning, not at his freshest and sharpest…but he knew he just had to deal with it. Wouldn’t be the first time…true, most of the previous restlessness wasn’t due to a unsatisfied cunt, but it couldn’t be THAT different, could it?

Once again he had to venture where dragons frequently dared to tread, but this time he at least had an action plan. He had spells ready for the task, one he would explicitly make the partner submit to to keep them quiet about him, and another he was going to apply without their knowledge to deaden their sperm. The latter he knew no one would willingly agree to, but it was too vital, he couldn’t risk treachery…even though he was kind of committing it. Well, he had no problem with BEING treacherous, really, especially with regards to this.

Now the matter was finding a dragon to get with. That was going to be the real challenge…Brosek was accepted for his business, but that didn’t really stretch to personability. He didn’t get along with too many others, and was on contentious terms with more dragons than he was on ‘more than acquaintanceship’ terms with. And there was no way he could trust any of the former…his clientele was probably the best option, but many of his clients were travelers. He had to see if he could find someone he knew and got on with, and hope for the best. All the while suffering the ache of his pussy in the worst way, it was even more fiery than usual, making it difficult for him to focus as he trod around the woods, searching for a dragon he knew and could conceivably say he tolerated.

That distraction yielded one thing - an encounter with a dragon he knew and definitely did NOT tolerate.

It would be fair to say Brosek got complacent - trying to keep everything in mind and focus on his goal left him less than vigilant. Which meant that when he got tackled from the side, he was completely unprepared for it, and hit the ground hard under the heavy weight. He tried to turn to get the attacker off of him, but that was a bad move, as his wing got pinned under a forepaw, making his eyes jerk wide open - that was NOT a part he wanted hurt! He tried to roll back, but the attacker instead rolled him onto his back, before pinning his other wing down, ensuring he wasn’t going anywhere in that moment. And the deep black scales of the body above him were finally sinking in. “Fuck! Get off me, Rubato!”

“Heh, I think you’ll be reordering those words, soon.” Rubato was grinning down at Brosek with a familiar lustful aggression. His eyes glowed briefly, and Brosek flinched as he felt a slight tingle through him that almost didn’t register under the prickling heat. It passed quickly, but it took only a moment for him to realize that the glamour had been dispelled, and his puffy, heat-slicked folds were on full display. As was Rubato’s shaft - a huge thing, technically pointed at the end but it widened so quickly that that point was barely meaningful, small fleshy spikes in lines down the shaft and slightly larger ones encircling the width of the head, and a bulging knot at the base that was easily the thickest thing any part of Brosek’s body had taken. And it was FAR too close to his loins for his liking!

“Hah, just what I thought.” Brosek flushed as Rubato crowed triumphantly. “I knew there was no way you were telling the truth about some female wanting you. But there had to be a reason you smelled like bitch in heat…and the only answer that made sense was that you WERE. Come on, little fake gold, did you really think I WASN’T going to try to take care of that?”

“I didn’t ask you!” Brosek was trying to push at Rubato, but the black dragon was too big, too strong for him to have a chance to dislodge that way. But a spell could do it…he kept pushing, trying to make it seem like he was too feeble to do anything while trying to prepare a spell of force against the black dragon. “I don’t want your cock anywhere near me! Go find a female to knock up, you’ve got them throwing themselves at you anyway!”

“True, I do. But what I really want is a MALE to knock up.” Brosek’s eyes widened - there was no way he’d just heard that! But Rubato’s eager gaze down wasn’t the kind that was merely just mocking his state. “Females…I’ll gladly nail ‘em, put eggs in them much as they want them, but their scents, they don’t rev me up like a male’s scent. Those are the ones I really want to have a good go at, if I had to choose between the two. But I also wanna sire plenty of whelps, and it’s not like I have a lot of choices in who I do that with. Wouldn’t it be great, I thought, if I found a male who I could make those eggs with? Best of both worlds.”

“Y-you…that’s…y-you’re not…” Brosek continued to squirm, trying to put together that spell faster. It needed particular oomph now, because he had a feeling if he ran Rubato would chase him, and he needed to put a stop to that before it started!

“Truthfully, little fake gold, you always DID seem like the perfect bitch. Obviously with that cock in the way, it wasn’t what I really wanted, but you had everything I was looking for - all that spitfire and unearned bravado, but melted like butter in the sun when I actually got my paws on you. I’ll be honest, I’m not that into a breeding bitch that fawns over me all the time, I get more than enough of that…I like when they’re feisty, when they’ll yap and growl at me, give me all the hell they can give, because then when I’m making them mewl as I’m stuffing my knot in them and swarming their eggs…that’s when I REALLY feel like I’m on top of the world. Heh heh, I’m gonna have to thank whoever made you like this, maybe I’ll get that story outta you after I’ve railed you into submission.”

“Not a chance!” Brosek would have liked to have been more emphatic than panicky with that declaration. The spell was almost ready, he was about to channel it, something to push Rubato off of him and stun him for a bit, giving Brosek a chance to escape - to where, he didn’t know, maybe he’d have to leave the region entirely, but he needed to get the first step done to even consider that. Just as he was about to start the unleash, though, he felt a hot, wet, thick staff of flesh brush up against his nethers, the tip just poking against that opening and dribbling a touch of pre into him. His eyes widened further - the sensation of that cock just barely touching him lit up a pleasure he hadn’t felt in ages, instantly blowing all his ‘substitutes’ out of the water. His toe claws, braced against the black dragon’s body, curled hard, nails dragging along those tough scales as he drew in a sharp breath - and suddenly, the magic swirling around his claw fizzled, fading away far faster than it had been drawn in. No, no, no! Not now! I can’t, I can’t be faltering now!

“Look at you…barely a touch and you’re already desperate for more.” Rubato let out a murr as he shifted his weight, lowering his haunches to angle himself just right. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that need for you…and you’ll take care of what I need, which is another egg.”

Brosek didn’t have a chance to reply to that, as Rubato shoved forward, burying a good chunk of those inches into his traitorously welcoming vent. A roar rang out in the trees as Brosek’s body spasmed, instantly rewarding his failure with a fierce orgasmic outburst - far, far too reactive for an initial entry, even the first thrust from Celaya hadn’t hit this hard. Was it the way the need had been building for far too long? Was it the fact that Rubato was far bigger? Brosek didn’t know, couldn’t process it in the moment anyway. His resistance had already slackened to near nothing just from that initial entry, the rest of his body following suit with his cunt and ignoring the protests of his mind.

“Rrrr, just what I love to hear. Keep that up, little fake gold.” Brosek didn’t get nearly the time to recover that he wanted, as Rubato pulled back slightly and then lanced deeper, surging forth into his depths and making Brosek see stars again. Heavens help him, it felt BETTER than Celaya’s rutting, and without any lust drivers present, just pure raw heat that couldn’t be fought against for the life of him. Another pull back, the spikes dragging against his walls sharply and dragging heavy shivers out of him, and then a third thrust, smacking against his inner tightness and getting a sharp spike of pleasure out of Brosek, making him thrash and squirm a bit as his body hit a climax - he could feel the ache in his pinned wings from the jerking around, but even THAT didn’t feel bad. Anyone who was watching would think that Brosek wanted this completely, they wouldn’t even question what Rubato was doing…they might not have anyway, dragons pretty much did what they wanted and if you didn’t want something to happen to you it was on you to do something to stop it. But Brosek would have wanted them to think he WANTED to stop it, even if he couldn’t!

But it was hard to keep up that impression when it felt so damn GOOD. That spiky cock was rocking in and out of him, going in as deep as it could manage, and Brosek could see that there was still a fair bit of flesh left that could shove into him - and Rubato was certainly going to try. But even that wasn’t the biggest threat…no, it was the sudden rush of magic that started to pulse through Rubato’s dick with every thrust in, a stimulating burst that was making Brosek go cross-eyed and fuzzy-headed with absolute bliss. Stimulation wasn’t the only goal, though - it was trying to break through Brosek’s protective spell, to leave his extremely fertile, extremely heated womb completely unprotected against his building virile onslaught. This was going from bad to worse in a hurry for Brosek - in a neutral situation he could absolutely hold up against Brosek’s magic, he just outclassed the black by too much, but under this pleasure assault, he could already feel the spell wavering - his will being weakened by his body’s needs and desires, threatening to ruin him forever if he didn’t maintain his resistance. He had to fight it, he couldn’t surrender to Rubato, he’d never get out of the black’s clutches if he failed and let Rubato knock him up!

Far easier said than done, though, with a snatch that was trying to tell him that Rubato was an ideal breeding partner. That rough, spiky dick was driving bolt after bolt of raw bliss into him, his sensitive folds loving every scratch and rub, reveling in the sheer stretch, basking in the glorious thrill whenever he drove in and let loose that surge of magic that tried to pierce through his protections. Rubato was never a gentle lover, he was a rough ravager, and many swore that was better…Brosek couldn’t even convincingly deny how it felt before, much less now with a frame that wanted it far more than usual. It made him feel powerless, weak, vulnerable, like it was his duty to surrender, to submit to the superior dragon, to give him what he wanted, what they both wanted…n-no, I, I have to resist, I have to fight it! I can’t…I can’t give in, I’ll be…I’ll be…

“You’ll be mine.” Rubato’s growl accompanied another thrust, another magic pulse, and another climax from Brosek, the amber dragon jerking underneath the bigger black, eyes rolling back as he felt his protective spell weaken further - and had no way to focus enough to reinforce it, it was purely holding on by his now wavering will. “You’ll get all the breeding you could ever want. I’ll make sure you get to pop out eggs from that hot, wanting womb as often as you can. My eggs, others’ eggs, under me you’ll have no shortage of suitors. Your whelps will be all over the place, spreading far and wide…I know you’ve always envied how many I’ve sired, you’ll find you can compete VERY well under my power. No one else wanted your useless cock anyway, they’ll like you a lot better like this.”

That was so unfair…he could talk and Brosek couldn’t make anything more than incoherent roars and mewls. And to tease him with something so desirable…he’d only gone through this because he was desperate to ensure his genes got passed on, but he HAD always envied Rubato’s prolific progeny. But, surely, he could find a way to get that without being a breeding hen? Even if it had been almost miraculous to get even one chance before…even if his old malehood had been even more useless than Rubato knew, and his womb was so, so much more effective…those insistent slams from the black were getting fiercer, and his spell was wavering further, threatening him with a determinant fall. He tried everything he could in his head to muster his will, but those treacherous feelings of bliss and desire were pushing back, dividing him against himself dangerously.

I can’t…I can’t surrender to him…I can’t give in…I have to…f-fight…hhnnn, it feels so good…n-no, that’s not, I can’t let that…haaah, I need it so bad… The inner struggle was not being outwardly reflected, Brosek was freely voicing his pleasure with rapturous roars and mewls and groans, and his claws were clinging to Rubato’s hide to steady him and make it easier for the black to thrust in. And he was pushing up into them now, at least as much as he could with the way he was pinned, his wings still under Rubato’s claws and ensuring there was nowhere he could really go even if he wanted to. The way his pussy was clenching around that spiky cock wasn’t betraying any hint of resistance either, if anything it seemed to be trying to suck Rubato in more, to encourage more force, more intensity, almost like it was trying to command the dragon to make Brosek yield to him fully. And every dispelling, pleasuring pulse was getting him ever closer to that goal…

A deep snarl from Rubato was the only warning Brosek had, and it probably wouldn’t have mattered. Suddenly, that magic surge redoubled as Rubato slammed in hard - and through. The last inches of dick before the knot sank in as the amber’s spell gave way, his body speared wide open by that thick tool, and he came even harder, the foundation of his resistance completely fractured. Suddenly the need swelled further, twining with the incredible euphoria of his body getting more of what it wanted, as now nothing stood between Rubato and his claiming of Brosek’s womb. He was thrashing so wildly that Rubato let up on Brosek’s wings, lest they be damaged in the chaos - but the pin was no longer needed, Brosek had given in completely, any impression that he didn’t want to be bred by the powerful black dragon banished from him never to return.

And Rubato knew it…his grin widening further as he smacked his forepaws on the grass and went all out. His cock jerking out and slamming in far harder, far faster, his knot plowing against Brosek’s nethers demanding they yield to him. The spikes catching hard on Brosek’s tightness, eliciting furious clenches and howling cries as his orgasm refused to abate, every bit of unsatisfying action only having primed him to crave the true satisfaction that only a virile dragon cock could provide. Gushes of Rubato’s pre flooded into those heat-sodden depths, mingling with the rushes of Brosek’s own nectar, warming him further for the impending impregnation. And every thrust in continued to drive an imperious pulse of magic into those loins, searing them into Brosek’s brain ever more firmly, overwriting his sense of his old form with his new, ingraining the truth of his body beyond any doubt or question, and branding that womb as belonging to Rubato to do with as he saw fit.

And heavens help him, Brosek wanted it all. No longer was he resistant to the idea, his head-addled and overpleasured mind had given way fully to the conquest. It felt too good NOT to want, the raw physical and magical pleasure topping anything he’d ever felt in his life, nothing he’d had in his former state had ever come close to this. The knowledge that he was going to have many whelps, his genes spreading far and wide, satisfying a desire he’d long had and never believed he could ever achieve. And even underneath that, the idea of being desired, of being desirable, twigging at the core of a dragon who’d long resented that he felt unwanted and unneeded, who clung to whatever made him useful and sought after, finding himself the most wanted thing of the most powerful and adored dragon he knew…was it any wonder that, under the strain of all that pressure, his stubbornness popped like a balloon? His voice found itself in the chaos of his head, expressing his desires without conscious control. “F-fuck, h-harder! Breed me! Claim meeee!”

Rubato gave him exactly what he wanted. A final roar, his body slammed down hard, and Brosek’s eyes bulged as his pussy was stretched wide open around that knot, forced to break to him just as everything else had. With a schlicking sound, it lodged itself inside Brosek, driving the rest of him even deeper, his entire body holding taut against that impressive breeding staff. And then, a GUSH - thicker, hotter, more intense than any Brosek had felt from his previous breeding, almost burning to the touch yet that burn was nirvana, a promise of apex virility that his womb greedily sucked in, demanded more of to swarm those eggs and claim him completely. The rush of magic pulses didn’t abate either, carried along that seed to flood Brosek’s chamber and mark him as Rubato’s for good, completely accepted by every facet of Brosek’s being. He had never needed anything more than this, and he wasn’t sure he ever would.

All of it proved to be too much for the amber, whose body and mind had been taxed beyond their limits already and were now finally surrendering to being overwhelmed. Even while Rubato was still flooding his womb with thick, lively spunk, even while he was still writhing in orgasm, his consciousness was slipping from him, head spinning so wildly that he couldn’t keep up. He passed out while still at the height of bliss, the last thing he would feel for hours, a feeling that he would cling to in his chaotic dreams…though he wouldn’t have to worry about losing them once he was back, because there was no doubt that there was a dragon ready to send him to heaven over and over again, as often as either of them would want…

———

“I can’t believe you made me agree to this.”

Rubato smirked. “The word ‘made’ is doing an awful lot of posturing there.”

Brosek huffed a bit. “You didn’t let up until I said yes!”

“You were always going to say yes. You just wanted me to push it until you yielded.”

“They were jerks! And you’d have me…lift my tail and surrender my womb to them! They’re just gonna be fucking me and treating me like some kind of…lottery game!”

A snicker from the black dragon. “I can smell how hot that’s making you from here, little fake gold.”

Brosek flushed deeply, reflex trying to make him drop his tail over his leaky nethers before a subconscious impulse raised it again. “I-it’s only making me hot because you’re turning up the heat…”

“Or maybe it’s because you have a kink for this. You can admit it…after all, you’re the one who marked yourself like that.” The color deepened further in the amber’s face, as his truth was flung into his face. Yes, there were pretty impossible-to-miss markings on him - a discoloring of scales around his neck in the shape of a collar with a tag with Brosek’s emblem on it, and a womb-shaped marking just above his actual entrance with a similar marking, which would betray whether he was currently being fertilized or carrying an egg before it was otherwise visibly obvious. He could claim it was Rubato’s fault as much as he wanted, but it was his own magic that had applied those markings that he couldn’t make himself remove or cover up…they may have been reflections of being owned by Rubato, but they were his own glorifications of it.

And as huffy and snippy as he could sound over it, he didn’t actually hate it for a second. He was just huffy and snippy because that was how he was - and how Rubato liked him. His bitching was practically foreplay, the prelude to him roaring rapturously under the black’s punishing thrusts. And when the black finished with him and curled around him possessively, holding him close while he recovered or slept…well, Brosek could barely even posture about that, it felt good. He had thought he wouldn’t want to get attached to anyone, but it turned out he really, really wanted to get attached. So much so that he had subconsciously yielded a hell of a lot of latitude to Rubato - he couldn’t use his magic to resist the black anymore, and in fact could yield very readily to ‘suggestion’ by Rubato in ways that essentially turned his magic on himself. Most often, that manifested in upping his sensitivity and intensifying his heats, making him even more wanton and needy when he didn’t have an egg in him, but there were other creative ways it could be used as well. Rubato used his own magic on occasion as well, but when Brosek had the stronger magic of the two, the potential by channeling his will through the stronger one was even greater.

The end result was predictable. Brosek had already popped out three eggs with Rubato as the sire. He got some time off of gravidity between breedings, but it would never last long - his incredibly fertile loins would usually start getting heated on their own after not terribly long. Even then, Rubato would have him hold back getting actually bred for a while, making him whet his own need as far as he could manage, until the point where he broke completely to the raging desire to be bred. Which really had no business feeling as amazing as it did, but he was getting sort of accustomed to that. The eggs were satisfying to make, satisfying to grow, satisfying to lay even - he was starting to get much better at that, too, and Rubato was good at helping to loosen him up for it, even if sometimes it felt like he was trying to prime Brosek to make another one right afterwards. One of the eggs had already hatched by now, and Brosek was finding himself much more attached to the dusky amber whelp than he expected...and he had a feeling he’d have a lot of that to enjoy in his life.

But today was going to be different. And as Brosek and Rubato approached the appointed location, he felt a rush of blood to his face and his loins in tandem as he stared down a trio of dragons, red and blue and green, all with wide grins and dripping cocks, and clear intentions to use one of those on him. “Damn, Rubato was right, male bitches DO smell better,” remarked the red with a lecherous growl.

“Which one of us d’you think’ll get him plump?” asked the green excitedly.

“Maybe we’ll just have to fuck him enough that the whelp’s got all three of us in ‘em,” cackled the blue.

Brosek sort of felt like a piece of meat faced up against them…and, well, maybe he had a bit of a kink for that, like Rubato said. After all, even though he’d said Rubato had pushed it, it had really been Brosek who had brought up the idea in the first place, purely so Rubato could apply that pressure to make him want to give in to it…he hadn’t forgotten the trio that had jibed him earlier, and their disrespect had turned from annoying to hot in his head over time. Rubato would make sure they didn’t get too out of line, but Brosek had suggested to him that he didn’t have to be too quick to jump in. “I’m not sure brutes like you even deserve to breed me. What makes you think I’ll just let you get an egg out of me?”

“Hah, he thinks he’s gonna fight us off…” The red didn’t look at all discomfited by the token resistance. “That heat smells like it has a different idea. But go ahead, just try to hold our seed back, just means we get more fun getting it past you.”

Brosek had every intention of doing just that…knowing that surrender was inevitable didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the process of getting there. And it wouldn’t be any fun just getting triple-teamed once, after all, when he could make it happen quite a few more times, his body getting hotter and needier with every one until he was in almost a desperate frenzy to get that egg in him. Not how he’d thought he’d want to live his life, but at this point he couldn’t imagine anything better than being an ideal breeding partner - and he’d gladly let everyone know.