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“Nothing? Still?”

“Don’t ‘still’ me! It’s not like I’m not frustrated about this! I’m doing everything I can!”

An amber-scaled feral dragon growled in annoyance, huffing and jetting steam from his nostrils. He was a roughly-hewn male, with thorny protrusions here and there on his body, particularly on his joints and along his back, as well as pointed scaling between the horns off the back of his head. He looked fairly tough and imposing in appearance…his lamentation was that his size failed to back that up, as he was smaller than most dragons by a not-insignificant margin, and his form only partially offset the lack of respect that he typically got from them. And that gave him a bit of a complex when it came to trusting others… “How do I know that, Celaya? Maybe you’re just stringing me along like others have. You won’t let me vet what you’re doing, how do I know you’re keeping your end up?”

“Fuck’s sake, Brosek, I told you to stop harassing me about that!” The counterpart dragon was similar in size, maybe even a touch larger than Brosek, but had a much smoother and lither appearance, silvery scales almost like water with how slick and clean they were. That didn’t mean she wasn’t tough as any other dragon, even if she might not have looked it, and she was more than ready to throw down if she felt disrespected. “I want an egg! You said you’d give me one without tying me down! So far YOU’RE the one who hasn’t kept up with that! I’ve taken every fertility herb I can find around here, what have YOU done?”

“Three separate virility spells, that’s what!” Brosek fired back. “They are GUARANTEED to work, 100% effectiveness at amplifying semen production. And I’ve done the comparisons, the volume increase is substantial and measurable!” Celaya growled under her breath, something about ‘fucking magic nerds’. Which Brosek couldn’t deny - dragons of his size almost had to be, because they didn’t have the physical prowess to come out on top in that regard. “And I KNOW that volume has been going fully into you, so YOU must be the problem!”

“The fuck you know that! Maybe it doesn’t matter how much cum you pump out if it’s all dead as a deer carcass!” Brosek let out a harsh growl at that accusation, but Celaya was uncowed. “Oh, shut up, you can accuse me of being a desert but I can’t call out your useless balls?”

“My balls are perfectly fine! What proof do you have that you’re actually fertile?”

“What proof do YOU have that your balls are fine?”

“That…that’s…I CAN prove it!”

Celaya scoffed. “And just how do you plan to do that?”

Brosek had to scramble a bit, not expecting to be called out like that - even though he probably should have been. “I can…ah…I can get tested! Yes! I have a friend who specializes in analytic magic! He’ll be able to prove that my seed is perfectly capable of doing what it needs to do! And he’ll be able to demonstrate YOUR deficiencies as well! Maybe he’ll even have something to fix that!”

“Great, more nerds. Maybe I should’ve just gone asking Rubato to knock me up instead.” Brosek snarled, his claws digging into the dirt at that name. The black dragon that was one of the biggest around, and routinely pushed around Brosek and imposed on him, and was better-liked and held in higher esteem, and…well, about the only thing Brosek had on him was stronger magic mastery, but the gap wasn’t large enough for Brosek to properly humiliate him. Like hell he was going to let a rival get the better of him yet again, on something that he’d been intent on for a while at that!

“It doesn’t matter if you went to him, it’ll never take. Qerrel will prove it.”

“Fine. We’ll do this stupid exercise. But I expect a LOT of apology and groveling once you’re proven to be wrong.”

We’ll see who’s groveling, thought Brosek surlily. This was proving to be a whole lot more irritating than it should have been…just another verse to the tale of ‘nothing came easy for Brosek’. But maybe once this was settled they’d be able to actually get on the same page…

———

The tension hadn’t abated between Brosek and Celaya hours later, as they found themselves in a large cave with their genitals being intensively scrutinized by a lavender-scaled dragon with unusual spectacles mounted on his snout. Qerrel was no larger than Brosek was, and definitely less imposing to look at, with few embellishments on his body, curled horns whose points were hardly threatening, and ridges down his spine that were short and blunt. Not exactly the most dangerous a dragon had ever looked, and he wasn’t trying to be - he had fully embraced the magic nerd life, even as it made him somewhat the butt of jokes. But looks could be a bit deceiving, because magic could be quite dangerous in the right claws, and Qerrel probably knew more dangerous spells than anyone else in the region. The somewhat messy and disorganized chamber they were in had a flurry of parchments, papers, and objects strewn about, many with glowing draconic runes that looked rather ominous to the untrained eye. Brosek knew full well that they weren’t that dangerous, though - the real dangerous stuff was deeper in Qerrel’s home, kept much more secure than that.

He couldn’t say that having his cock and balls poked, prodded, stared at, and scanned was a particularly comfortable experience. But Brosek was determined to not show any signs of discomfort, not when Celaya was right there next to him and keeping just as even an expression. It wasn’t really that he wanted her approval, he just wanted the emotional edge more or less…that was kind of the way he lived his life, he liked to have the advantage whenever possible, because it frequently wasn’t.

It was entirely fair to say Brosek had a bit of a chip on his shoulder. Being smaller than his peers had always been a problem for him, he felt outclassed in too many ways, and that was a problem when it came to dragons - bigger was better in the eyes of many. And while a bigger dragon could easily use magic to make themselves smaller if such a thing was needed, it was not really possible to make oneself truly larger in the same way - one could upsize certain objects or creatures that weren’t dragons to a degree, but dragons themselves seemed to be locked to the size they peaked at, and spells to enlarge them further typically had disastrous results. So Brosek had to accept that he wasn’t going to measure up in that way, regardless of how he felt about it…and he certainly didn’t feel good about it.

Particularly when it came to sex. THAT was the roughest part of being small - you rarely got a second look from most dragons. Most of them wanted BIGGER - and even though Brosek insisted he could use magic to make himself feel as big as the most hung dragon out there, that didn’t appeal to most of them, they wanted real bigness, not the illusion. Even smaller dragons tended to want bigger ones, so he didn’t even have the advantage with those of his stature. And even harder when it came to actually breeding - few wanted HIS eggs, when that risked his small size being passed on to the offspring. Only those who weren’t hung up on size tended to be his pool, and most of them were either taken or wanted to be taken - they wanted a dragon who would partner with them and raise the egg together. And Brosek didn’t want that, not at this time - he wanted to remain a free spirit, unencumbered by responsibility, and wasn’t ready for a whelp to be drawing his attentions. That said, he still wanted the satisfaction of putting an egg in someone, simply because of how hard it was to actually get that chance.

He’d thought he’d finally hit on a rare bit of fortune. His entreaty had yielded a response - Celaya, a dragoness on the wing who said she wanted an egg, and had no interest in taking a mate. While it would have been fairly easy for her to get a lot of dragons to take that, she didn’t trust the larger ones not to try to force her into further - Brosek had seemed less threatening to her, and so she had gone with him. (Though, it was certainly clear that, apart from the trust issues, she definitely WOULD have preferred bigger, which annoyed Brosek but he was trying not to make a big deal of that.) It had seemed like a dream come true for Brosek, and he’d thrown himself into the task with an eagerness few had ever seen out of him with anything, giving Celaya his all as he rut her, over and over and over again, trying to make that egg happen.

That was where the hitch was. It had been almost four weeks, and there was no sign of an egg. And that was starting to frustrate both of them - because while the sex was far from unenjoyable, this wasn’t just about sex, it was about achieving a goal. Brosek was determined to pass along his progeny, to prove his genetics could hold just as well as any bigger dragon, and Celaya wasn’t wanting to get bogged down with anyone, she wanted to be moving on. The friction had led to arguments like the one they’d just had earlier, with accusations of being unsuitable for eggmaking levied in each direction, as well as other expressions of distrust. In a way, Brosek was glad he’d been called out for his lack of proof of his fecundity, because without that he wasn’t sure he’d have had the stroke of inspiration to get them both tested…his pride wouldn’t have allowed him to think about this without that impetus. Now, surely, Qerrel would give him the answer he was certain he would hear, that would absolve him of any malfeasance or shortcoming and place the blame squarely on Celaya.

If only he wasn’t taking his damn time about it. He’d spent way too much time looking at Brosek for the amber’s liking…true, Celaya was getting plenty of focus as well, but she should have been getting a lot more than Brosek, not comparable amounts. Celaya didn’t seem to be enjoying things any more than Brosek at least, and she was growling a bit as the lavender dragon finally retreated from them. “You about fuckin’ done staring? What, is this your fetish or something?”

“These examinations take time, and I assure you there is zero interest in anything but the fact-finding.” Qerrel’s voice was smooth and refined, a stark contrast from Brosek. “Rare are the times I feel any erotic interest in anything. Brosek can vouch for this - certainly, he’s called me broken often enough.”

“It’s WEIRD and you know it,” huffed Brosek. “What’s taking so long anyway? This should be easy. I know you’ve done tests like this before.”

“I have. But I figured it was important to be thorough so as to assure you that I hadn’t been deceptive or lackadaisical. I find that people are more open to trusting the bad news if I take extra time.”

“Bad news for who?” Celaya asked tensely.

“You can’t be talking about me!” insisted Brosek.

“Well, let’s start with you, then.” Qerrel adjusted his spectacles a bit as he looked at Brosek. “Brosek. I’ve examined your equipment thoroughly. And I’m afraid it’s not what you’re going to want to hear. Your semen is…absolutely useless. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one so thoroughly unsuitable for reproduction.” Brosek’s jaw dropped in shock and disbelief - there was no way he could be hearing this! Qerrel wasn’t giving him room for dispute, though. “Your activity is so poor that even advanced fertility treatments can’t do anything about it. I can’t determine if this is innate or the result of some kind of environmental issue, but that’s pretty much academic - the results are clear, you cannot sire a whelp, no matter what.”

Brosek couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Surely this had to be a mistake of some sort! He couldn’t be THAT feeble…and Celaya was smirking at him, twisting the knife a bit with her smugness. “Well, well, mister ‘my balls are perfectly fine’, maybe you shouldn’t’ve been so quick to judge me, hm?”

“I’d hold off on crowing too much, Celaya.” The expression on the silver’s face changed quickly as she jerked her head back towards Qerrel. “You’re not in great shape yourself. Your eggs aren’t particularly healthy, and your womb has…issues with hospitability, let’s put it. I can’t say for certain that you couldn’t possibly bear an egg, but even if it takes, there’s a high likelihood of failure to thrive. Even if Brosek wasn’t sterile, I don’t think your coupling would have borne fruit. And again, fertility treatments can’t improve things that much, there’s a variety of issues at play that are combining to cause trouble here.”

“…That…that’s…really true?” Celaya’s response was much more subdued. “I…how? I never felt like anything was wrong down there…”

“You might not, not all fertility issues are the result of other problems…infections and illnesses can damage fertility for sure, but other times it’s just a consequence of fairly normal processes. It’s unfortunate, but sometimes it happens.”

“It CAN’T be true!” demanded Brosek. “How can it…I can’t be broken like that! You can’t tell me there’s nothing that can be done!”

“There’s really no chance of me making an egg?” Ceyala moaned. “Come on, we’re dragons, we can do so much! There’s really no solution?”

“Unfortunately, our nature as magical creatures does sometimes result in interference with potential resolutions. Our bodies resist magic to some degree, and it’s not something we can always control. If I had an answer that would work for either of you, I wouldn’t have told you otherwise.” Qerrel let that linger for a moment, as Brosek and Celaya both tried to process the reality they were very much hoping not to have to accept…and then there was a slight glint in his eyes. “However. There might be an option available to you - IF you’re willing to explore…unorthodox options.”

“You…there’s something that’ll get my balls working again?” Brosek asked hesitantly.

“Not exactly. That’s why I’m calling it an unorthodox option. See, I can’t fix your issue, or Celaya’s issue. But if you’re really THAT invested in making an egg, there is something you can do. See, there was another reason I was taking as much time as I was - I was trying to examine your suitability for…a role reversal, if you will.”

“Role…wait. You…” Ceyala shook her head quickly and blinked. “You’re not suggesting I get a dick?”

“Wait, WHAT?!” Brosek half-roared. “You’d want me to have a pussy?!”

Qerrel rolled his eyes. “It has nothing to do with what I want, but rather what you’re willing to do. You’re looking to make an egg, right? You can’t do it as you are. But, I believe, at least on preliminary examination, that you shouldn’t run into any difficulties reproducing if you had the alternate arrangement. Nothing in your immediate profiles suggests inherent unsuitability, and while of course the proof would be in the actual engagement, with the right inductions your reproductive ability should be significantly enhanced even above a typical baseline.”

It sounded crazy to Brosek…which was why it was giving him a good bit of bother than Celaya actually seemed to be taking the suggestion seriously. “And that…that would actually work? There wouldn’t be any issues or anything?”

“There shouldn’t be. It would still be an egg between you two, the genetics would be quite similar. There’s some nuance there, certain things behave a bit differently depending on the genetics of the sperm versus the egg, but those are details in the grand scheme. Anyway, I think you two should take a day to think it over - it would be a significant investment, and it’s not something that should be made at a moment’s notice, but it would serve as a solution to your problems, if you were determined enough to go through with it. I’ll get things ready in case you do decide to, since it’ll take a bit to get everything prepared anyway.”

“Y-yeah…okay…” Brosek didn’t think there was anything to think about - this sounded absolutely ridiculous to him. There had to be another option available to him, one that would get his seed swimming properly. If only he actually knew what that option was…

———

Of course, there was another problem with trying to dismiss it that reared its head the next day.

“I want to do it.”

“What?!” Brosek gaped at Celaya, whose expression remained deadly serious. “You’re joking! How could you want to change your whole reproductive system?! It’s loony!”

“If it can’t do what I want it to do, then I’m not that attached to it,” replied Celaya evenly. “I’ve thought about it a lot over the night. I want an egg. I want a child. This seems like the only way I have a chance to fulfill that. It’s not what I imagined…but I care more about that than I care about having a barren vent.”

“But…but that’s a part of your body!”

“If a claw becomes diseased and can’t be fixed, we cut it off. If a horn breaks, we file it down and wait for it to regrow. If a tooth has a hole in it, we pull it. These are all parts of our bodies that we do something about if it doesn’t work. Why should this be different just because it’s…well, sexual?”

Maybe it was easy for her to say - for Brosek, the thought of giving up his cock was certainly a whole lot more impactful. Already he got cracks about being an insubstantial male…if he had been discovered to have spent time literally dickless, it would be catastrophic for his already poor reputation. And even though he couldn’t refute Celaya’s clear logic, his _il_logic was still desperate to put up a fight. “There’s got to be some other way to deal with this! Qerrel doesn’t know everything, maybe we need to find another dragon somewhere who knows even more!”

“I’m not going to spend ages searching around for some other dragon who may or may not even exist. Not when I have a known solution in front of me.” Celaya looked Brosek square in the eye. “Why are you fighting this so hard? Didn’t you say that spreading your genes was more important to you than anything? That you wanted to have a bloodline and didn’t care how it happened?”

That was before I found out THIS was how that had to happen! Brosek bit back the urge to actually say it. “I mean, yeah, but…” His face flushed as he looked away. “It’s…embarrassing…”

“Males. Look, it’s not like I’m asking you to make a blood pact to stay this way forever. If you’re that weirdly attached to your useless balls, I don’t get it, but whatever. But would it really kill you to just…do it, for a bit, to make an egg? It might literally be the only way you’ll ever get to pass along offspring, especially if you don’t fix that magic fix you want to believe exists out there somewhere. Do you want to take that chance that you won’t get that?”

Brasek clenched his jaw; Celaya was really turning the screws. Because he really DID want to make sure his line continued - he was certain most dragons thought he was a dead end, and he wanted so much to prove otherwise. And…well, she had a point that he didn’t really want to accept but couldn’t refute. He could be as desperate as he wanted, but that didn’t make anything so. And as much as he’d tried to spend time arguing it in his own head over the past night, he didn’t really have another solution…he had nothing but empty, desperate hopes, his claws trying to grab floating feathers in the breeze.

So if it seemed like Celaya wore him down quickly, it was really because he’d already done most of the work before she came to him. “…I guess. I can do one egg. But you can’t tell ANYONE. I don’t care if no one knows it’s my whelp, I’m fine just knowing myself.”

“Sure, fine. It’s not like it matters that much to me that anyone knows about you.” Ouch, but it wasn’t like they’d gotten on that well. “So let’s go already! There’s no time like the present!”

“All right, all right!” Brosek huffed a bit as he followed Celaya into the air. Really hoping that he wasn’t going to regret this…

———

At least Qerrel could have had the decency to act like he was surprised they were going through with it. It would have made it marginally less embarrassing. But no, he was ready with everything immediately when they returned, almost as if he considered it an absolute guarantee that they were committing. Brosek was even mildly insulted that the purple dragon expected him to give up his dick THAT easily.

“Right, I’ve made this as uncomplicated as possible for you.” He held out a lump of something in each hand, beckoning them over so he could pass them off to the two. “Magic bolus. All the necessary spells are woven in. Essentially, you’re going to be getting a little swap, drawing the energy of the other to make the transition. So don’t dally when eating, if the timing’s too far off it’ll fail. Once that’s through, there’s a few tweaks in there that will maximize virility and fertility, and then a lust driver to crank up the need and put you in the most ideal breeding state possible. Any questions?”

“It sounds awfully straightforward…so what can go wrong?” asked Celaya.

“Nothing, if you aren’t foolish. The swap will fail if the timing is off, like I said, but it will terminate gracefully, with no harm done. The heat and rut won’t end until an egg takes and gets implanted, so it could be a couple days before you’re out of it, but there’s a signal in there that will ensure that it DOES end. This isn’t my first time doing this sort of magic, it’s one of the less dangerous forms of transmodification.”

“Look, magic nerd, I’m gonna ask the question no matter whether YOU think it’s safe or not. I’m not just downing something strange without at least checking what the risks are.”

Qerrel paused. “…Okay, fair. That’s probably a smarter approach.”

“Y-yeah, I was totally gonna ask the same thing,” Brosek managed to stutter out, rather unconvincingly.

“Right, of course. Let me assure you, though, I’ve got things under control. When performed properly, magic of this sort has very predictable and reproducible results, and things almost never go wrong at the completion phase - the most likely issues are during the transition, and if that fails it typically results in a return to baseline. And even if the rare cases it doesn’t, baseline is easily re-established. But that shouldn’t happen if you follow the instructions. I multi-checked my work to make sure nothing fell short of expectations. I don’t just do things by half, I try to be much more responsible and respectable than that. And if I did do anything wrong, I’ll be the first to seek out a fix for it.”

Celaya still looked mildly unconvinced, but her desires seemed to be winning out over her hesitations. “…Fine. I’m holding you to that. So…just down this, then?”

Qerrel nodded. “Correct. It doesn’t have to be precisely the same time, but there’s probably no sense in chancing timing differences. I’ll observe to make sure things are proceeding properly up until the swap is complete.”

The silver dragoness nodded and looked to Brosek. “Well, you heard him. Let’s get to it.”

“Okay…” Brosek still wasn’t sure this was the best idea he’d ever had, agreeing to this, but his pride wouldn’t let him back out now. So as Celaya brought the bolus up to her maw and popped it in, he did the same, rolling it along his tongue and swallowing it down. He couldn’t say he was fond of the taste, it was a touch bitter and acrid, tinged with a magic that was less than savory - something that few appreciated, most didn’t even realize that magic could have a flavor. At least he didn’t have to put up with it long…or think about it for that long, as soon things began to happen that distracted him entirely from any distaste…

It was merely a strange feeling to start - a pulling, tightening sensation inside of his slit, through his cock and balls. It was fairly tame initially, but started to grow slowly as it felt like something was drawing out of him…Brosek quickly triggered his Wefteye spell, something that allowed him to observe the normally-invisible progress of a magic process, and his altered sight was able to detect a sort of line extending out towards Celaya, while hers had a similar line that was approaching him. As the lines connected with their targets, the pull and tightening intensified, and both dragons clenched their jaws as heat pulsed in their loins.

The physical effects were difficult to observe, since everything was tucked away with, but easier to feel. Brosek’s cock and balls were shrinking away, the sensations of their presence becoming gradually fainter; as they did, there were pulses of magic along his line towards Celaya. Her line was sending pulses towards him as well, which were manifesting in an oddly warm feeling in the depths of his slit as it started to shift in shape and structure. The dueling sensations were fighting for his attention for a bit, but one side was clearly winning as his maleness continued to ebb away, tingling and twitching as the magic ran its course. It wasn’t as unpleasant as he expected…actually it felt bizarrely good, which Brosek wasn’t quite happy about, he didn’t really want to be remotely enjoying having his cock snatched away from him like this, what would that say about him as a male? Granted, some might question his masculinity for even agreeing to this in the first place, so maybe it was a moot point, but still…

It wasn’t long before Brosek couldn’t feel his cock and balls at all anymore; what little had remained seemed to have merged into the new parts that were forming within him. He wasn’t sending out many pulses anymore, mostly just receiving them, and he shuddered a bit at the crawling sensations within his lower body as the newly-constructed parts were nearing their final states. The magic lines between them were receding now as the transfer was finishing up, leaving just the last touches…and Brosek had an instinctive feeling that it was complete when he felt a twinge within those parts, and a sudden rush of warmth and heat that seemed to radiate through him, making him shiver and flooding him with arousal. His eyes widened as that rush hit, making him moan out. “Hhnn…what…what’s going on?”

“That would be the lust driver taking hold. That would indicate that the change is complete, and your replacement organs are beginning to function as intended.” Qerrel leaned down to look at Brosek’s slit, eying it with what Brosek knew had to be a different sort of magic sight. “Mm, yes, everything looks to be in order. And…” He cast his gaze over to Celaya. “Well, I probably don’t need to look very deep for inspection on this one.” Brosek looked over and immediately saw what Qerrel was talking about - Celaya was panting hard, and between her legs there was a sizable silvery cock hanging out in the open, drooling precum already. It wasn’t the same shape as Brosek’s - his had been blunt at the end and ribbed on the underside, while hers was smoother and pointed, but was sporting a growing knot at the base. (Something Brosek envied a bit - he didn’t have one, and plenty of other dragons had crowed about how much better it was with one.)

“Fuck…that…feels way different than I thought it would…” groaned the dragoness, curling her claws into the ground. “That’s…that’s the magic, right? It feels like I’m gonna go crazy if I don’t start…hfff, rutting something…”

“Yes, that’s the lust driver magic as well. You’ll feel better once you’ve gotten an egg made.” Qerrel looked her over down there, before rapidly pulling back as Celaya bucked towards him, jetting a line of fluid that nearly caught up. “Mmph. Do save that for your intended target, I can’t give you relief.”

“S-sorry…h-hard to control this.”

“Well, that’s at least a good indicator of your virility. It’s robust…I doubt it will be that difficult for you two to produce an egg now. But not in my cavern, please, I’d rather not weather the distraction of lust and the lingering scent.”

“You heard him,” said Celaya, slightly aggressively, towards Brosek. “Let’s get out there and do this thing.” She didn’t wait for a response, trotting towards the cave mouth with purpose; Brosek followed behind, much more reluctantly. Outside meant being where others could see them…he really, really hoped that didn’t happen, this was embarrassing enough just knowing the two others involved in this. It’s just one egg…just try to keep a low profile until it’s over. It’ll be worth it to know my bloodline’s moving on…

———

The awkwardness of exposure didn’t last as long as Brosek thought it would, though. Something else was rapidly taking precedence.

Aphrodisiacs, Brosek had familiarity with. Who didn’t? They were good for a good bit of fun. You felt more amorous, you could go for longer or more frequently or both depending on the aphrodisiac…most dragons had some experience with them, particularly if they anticipated a partner wanting some extra attention or a group event. Brosek liked the group events, there was usually someone who was willing to settle for a smaller dragon like him. He had figured this was similar to that, and that would be what he should expect.

This was nothing like an aphrodisiac. A lust driver wasn’t just arousal - it was an irrepressible urge, a driving need that built to a frenzy, a burn in his loins that was almost agonizing within minutes. It was meant to force action, not just facilitate it - with an aphrodisiac a dragon could still choose whether to engage, with a lust drive it was an obligation. And it wasn’t about to be ignored or deferred, not when it was this strong.

Which meant Brosek’s plan was rapidly falling apart. Calling it a plan was probably an overstatement - it was more telling Celaya he wanted to find a private spot rather than just being mounted right outside of the cave like she had seemed intent on doing. But it wasn’t long before that seemed unlikely to happen - just trying to lope away from Qerrel’s cave was soon rendered torturous, his legs started to wobble as that ache in his nethers became untenable. Brosek was panting hard, feeling heated and achy all through his body, the need digging into his brain viciously. “F-fuck…This is…so…hraah…”

“I shoulda told him I wanted something without the lust drivers…” growled Celaya, sounded even more tense than Brosek did. “How the FUCK do you handle having something like this? Feels like an angry spire of pain and tightness…”

“It’s not like that most of the time! Or any of the time, usually…” Brosek stumbled a bit as a surge in his loins sent him over the edge. “F-fuck…I can’t…I can’t take it anymore…I need it, I need it now!” It was far too soon, they weren’t really in a secluded place - even if it wasn’t wide open, it wasn’t at all out of the way - but he wasn’t going to make it to more privacy. “Gnaaaah…please…”

“Fuck it, if you’re not complaining anymore I’m not going any further.” Celaya rounded on Brosek, her cock throbbing and significantly darkened from its previous silver color. “I’m not in the mood for foreplay. Get your hinds over here and bend like a good bitch.”

Normally Brosek would not have accepted being talked to like that…or, well, he would have protested at least, he’d had plenty of experiences where he had no real sway over how they talked to him. At this point, though, he didn’t even care, the burn in his groin overrode any other consideration. It was a bit of a fight to get his legs to cooperate now, but he forced himself over towards Celaya, then made an awkward turn that nearly got his tail whapping her in the snout, getting a sharp growl out of her. His hind legs splayed out, his tail lifted, his front half lowered down, putting him on display for her, his needy vent red and weepy, desperate to be cooled by a thick dose of dragon seed. If anyone else had seen him, he’d probably have keeled over…after the need was sated, anyway.

He felt a weight slam down on him, not exactly gently, making his legs buckle a bit. Celaya was on top of him, awkwardly trying to get into a suitable position, panting hard as the need pushed her to the limits as well. There was a fair bit of accidental clawing and thumping before she was finally in place on top of him, trying to hump into that desperate snatch with her equally desperate cock. It wasn’t as smooth sailing as either of them wanted, Celaya’s unfamiliarity with the position made it hard for her to line up, and she repeatedly missed Brosek’s pussy, getting more agitated with every time it glanced off of the amber dragon’s hide rather than sinking in nicely. Every thrust was getting rougher, to the point where she seemed likely to go into a rage if she didn’t get there - and Brosek, in the heat of the moment, desperately acted to make it happen, angling her dick with a magic pull so that her next push caused the tip to meet his opening. The moment Celaya felt that, she took hold and slammed.

Dual roars of blessed relief heralded that pivotal moment when that shaft sank in all the way, barring the knot. Brosek’s mind popped a bit at the rush of unfamiliar yet delectable feelings - even just that thick shaft inside him felt like it was starting to cool that need a bit, even though it was plenty hot in its own right. It was a not-insubstantial stretch, but that stretch felt SO good…just like the touch of it, it tingled and buzzed in a way he didn’t expect. He was just so sensitive, maybe it was the lust drivers making him that way, making it so the feeling of getting a cock in him finally was heaven incarnate. It made him squeeze down, encouraged Celaya to start moving more, to try to give them the prize his body really craved.

And after Celaya got past her rush from the novelty of it all, she was more than eager to do so. Brosek felt that flesh slide back, making him shudder and growl needingly, and then another quick roar was driven from him as she surged back in, the tip of her cock banging deep inside him. It was sharp, briefly painful, followed by a barreling thrum of pleasure, his toe claws cleaving furrows in the dirt, his back arching as he fought to hold his composure. His breathing was already getting ragged as the intensity of the pleasure was making his head spin a bit…how was it hitting THIS hard? He was pretty sure Celaya hadn’t reacted like this when he’d been nailing her, she certainly hadn’t hated it but neither was she anywhere near reeling after he was done. Maybe it was part of the spell, or maybe it was the lust driver…it was making it very hard to keep his voice down, though, and that was the only part that was really important at the moment.

Yet, even that concern was fleeting once Celaya started to actually get into a rhythm, overcoming earlier hitches to start smoothly sliding in and out, working Brosek’s twat with an energy and need that saw her quickly start to ramp it up. Every motion made him feel it, the tension ebbing and surging as he was emptied and then stretched again, over and over, the buzz getting sharper with every repeat. After less than a minute of this, Brosek felt a rush in his body, a shiver and cry heralding a brief climax, bliss coursing through him as he clenched down over and over on that thick intruder. Yet he felt no less keyed up after that, it hadn’t been remotely like a full release with his dick, more like a prelude to what was to come - and that was going to be coming pretty quickly at this rate, as he felt those bolts of ecstasy jab through him constantly.

“F-fuck…hgh, I fuckin’…see why males are so…ngh, thirsty now…” Celaya growled out as she gripped him harder, ramming her dick in harder and trying to push as deep as possible, driving more cries out of Brosek as her swollen knot was starting to knock at his entrance forcefully. “Something so…satisfying about just…ramming it in there, feels better than I thought…”

Brosek couldn’t really respond, any time his mouth opened nothing more than incoherent moans and cries and growls. But if anything he felt even more that way, he had never imagined that it would feel like this on this end…it wasn’t like he hadn’t taken anything before, he knew what it was like to get stretched out, and he’d expected that this wouldn’t be that different. How wrong he had been, this part was FAR more sensitive, and the heat ensured he was even more primed to feel everything starkly, his loins sodden with his fluids to smooth the thrusts out further…and Celaya’s pre was joining in on that, and that was making his snatch buzz even more as he reacted to that promise of virility to come.

He felt like he came again, clamping down harder on Celaya, and now starting to reflexively push back into her, grinding that knot against his nethers and making them strain a bit. His forelimbs pawed at the ground, digits flexing and curling and tilling the soil thoroughly as he tried to weather the ride, vision swimming and head spinning as the need intensified by the thrust…fuck, he needed to get bred right the fuck now, it felt like! Whatever Qerrel had done to push this breeding thing was hitting way too hard, if he didn’t get it sated he might go completely crazy! It was almost in desperation that he was starting to drive back, to try to force that knot into him, to get Celaya shooting off that essence his body craved…

She was working with him, at least, slamming in with frightening force now, snarling and digging her claws into Brosek’s scaly hide as she tried to go all out. Those sharp claws actually felt good in a way, not harsh enough to break through his tough scales but he certainly felt it, and it sent shivers through him, almost loosened him up…none of his times bending over ever had him like this, usually he just wanted them to finish up and be done with it, but here he was desperate for the actual results, he WANTED to feel that cum spurt into him, to cool him down, to give him the life-bringing results. Such a feeling of submissiveness, of wantonness…in his right mind he wouldn’t have been at all happy with that, but at the moment his right mind was on vacation, replaced by the breeding bitch he’d been drugged into, shoving back as Celaya slammed away, his body loosening up more and more…

He still wasn’t quite ready for it to happen - Celaya rammed forward, Brosek shoved back, and his body suddenly gave. His lips stretched out wide, letting that bulge in with a slick, squishy pop - and at the same time, the front end of Ceyala’s cock speared in deeper, making Brosek’s eyes bug out as he felt himself get packed even more full. And then Celaya let out a roar, and finally, he felt it…he hadn’t really known what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t what he got, which was a heavy gush of thick, warm dragon cum that practically burned where it splattered against his needy womb, but in the best possible way, like the fire fighting the fire that had been tormenting him for so long (it had only been minutes, really, but it felt like an age with how hard it had hit). The surge of rapture that pulsed from his core at that first hit sent him over the edge for the third time - and this one made the other two look positively feeble, a cascade that ripped through Brosek and sent him roaring in tandem with his partner. Lust drivers didn’t just force sex, they really rewarded when you went through it, and Brosek was now experiencing this first-hand, in a way his mind simply hadn’t been prepared for.

And it wasn’t just for a moment. Not when Celaya was gushing into him continuously, rhythmic jets of jizz plastering his inner flesh and leaving a sharp heat wherever it landed, ebbing to a fierce tingle that felt supremely good in between hits. It was almost like a drug, and Brosek’s head wasn’t getting any less fuzzy or unsteady…he just couldn’t find it in him to care. At that moment, the prideful dragon who hadn’t wanted anyone to know for a second what he was doing wouldn’t have cared if every dragon in a hundred miles could see him now, so long as he kept getting that blessed seed that he needed so badly. His body knew what it wanted, acting in the absence of his control to squeeze tightly around that shaft, particularly trying to tense down at the knot, to coax more and more of that virility out of Celaya, to maximize the chances of it taking.

It couldn’t last forever, even if the addled dragons wanted it to. But over a full minute was longer than either of them had ever experienced that high before, and when it finally ebbed away, it left them both feeling it thoroughly, ragged pants all that either of them could muster in the initial aftermath. With the end of his orgasm came the end of Brozek’s ability to hold himself up, his rear legs sagging and pulling Celaya down with him, the dragoness’ weight plopping onto him fully. Providing even more incentive not to try to get up or pull away…not that he could really do either anyway, he was firmly tied and he knew that meant they were in this position for a while. Which that self-consciousness that was creeping back in in the absence of that fire wasn’t happy about, but at this point the choice was out of his claws.

It took a while for either of them to speak…Celaya was the one who broke the silence. “Okay…that…was an experience…”

“Hh…y-yeah…” Brosek’s somewhat zonked response betrayed how there were still a few shorts in his brain. “You…think that…d-did it?”

“No clue…even if it would…won’t know for a while. But…mph, I can still…feel that stuff in my system…not gonna be done, by a long shot…”

And Brosek knew she was right. That heat had been temporarily tamed, but Brosek could feel a bit of that fire still lingering through the fullness in his cunt, and it wasn’t fading away by any stretch. Hopefully, though, they could stave off round two until they’d gotten a little more privacy - because he knew in-the-mood him wasn’t going to be able to care about that, and it had to be his more rational mind asserting responsibility lest he get exposed. Of course, that would depend on Celaya’s knot cooperating…though, he couldn’t really say he was in THAT much of a hurry to get it out of him…

———

All in all, Brosek wasn’t entirely certain he would say it was worth it. But, whether it had been or not, it was done. Not without a fair bit of strain, for sure, but at least the goal had been met.

It had taken a full three days before Celaya had successfully knocked him up. Three full days of getting his pussy pounded every hour or so, the need turning him from huffy reluctance to mewling bitch without fail, and the pleasure driving him crazy every time Celaya rammed him to completion and forced orgasm after orgasm out of him. Thank goodness they had finally gotten somewhere quieter and more out of the way after the first round, because there was no way his roars wouldn’t have carried to the ears of those he didn’t want to hear. And at least there was a clear sign when something had taken - when an hour had passed after their last romp and he wasn’t feeling that ache rise up again, nor was Celaya’s erection coming on uncontrollably. Blessed relief from that incessant need, finally…

Of course, that meant that Brosek had to actually carry an egg for a couple of weeks while it was first forming. And that was creating a mess of hormones that kept him in a rotating state of cranky, emotional, and horny, that he had little to no control over. All he could do, pretty much, was let Celaya deal with him...which meant getting fed calming foods when he was cranky or emotional, or fed cock when he was horny. It was mildly embarrassing that he was still letting himself get pounded in his pussy or maw or even his tailhole even though he didn’t need to get bred anymore…it would potentially give someone the impression that he liked being taken like that. Which he would assert he wasn’t THAT into, despite the way it sated that itch and made him feel good.

What didn’t feel good was getting that damn egg out.

“HHHRRRRRRRNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Brosek was left panting after another fruitless push, the aching need to get the egg out of him running into the wall of its size compared to his canal. “Fuck! How…does ANYONE…do this?”

“Countless female dragons have been doing it since they first came into being,” replied Celaya with no bounty of sympathy. “Wouldn’t mind seeing more males have to go through it, maybe then they’d think more about what they’re doing when they’re trying to plant an egg in random females. Try a different position, maybe that’ll be easier.”

“I already have!” Brosek took a deep breath and pushed again, growling in ache and need and frustration; he was on his side with legs spread wide, which didn’t feel very natural but nothing else had either. He’d tried being upright, squatting down, being on his back, nothing seemed to be getting the egg out any more easily…this one actually seemed to be making progress, but maybe it was just his body getting more insistent, he didn’t know, not like he’d ever laid an egg before. And at this rate it felt like he still might never do it, as yet another pushing session bore no fruit. “I’m gonna lose it. It’s gonna be trapped inside me forever, I’m gonna fucking do a live birth because it’ll claw its way outta me and destroy me…”

“Maybe you should stop being so damn dramatic.” Celaya shook her head. “Right, up on your legs. That’s the best position from what I’ve seen.”

“Ngh…I couldn’t even get close with that…” Brosek still did as instructed, even though it felt uncomfortable to roll back onto all fours, and his legs were aching and didn’t want to do the work. He gripped at the ground as he tried to push again, straining and struggling and aching…still that damn thing refused to move. He had to stop, pant again, try to collect himself - and then yelped as he felt something warm and wet push into his canal. “The hell?!”

“Quit whining and keep pushing!” Celaya’s voice came from between his legs, and he felt the return of that…it had to be her tongue, nothing else was that soft on her! Brosek had no idea what this was supposed to accomplish, her being there only seemed to be obstructing things to him…but that impulse to push came again, shoving all other thoughts to the side briefly, and he renewed his efforts, straining to get that egg out. Once again, it wasn’t moving, but something did feel different, it felt like despite his obvious effort his body didn’t feel quite so tight as before. Is that a spell? I didn’t even think about that…

He’d chastise himself for not thinking of the obvious later, when he could actually focus. With Celaya lapping at him and loosening him up, he threw himself into it, growling and roaring as he redoubled his efforts to finally get that egg out of him. Every push seemed to make things yield just a little bit more, with the silver dragoness helping things along now…he could feel something stretching more deep within him, trying to pass the egg through. It was getting close, at least, though it was still a fight. “Ffffuck, why is the WIDE end first?!”

“Because then you have to get through less of it, dummy! Keep going!”

Brosek growled, then snarled, then roared as he strained once more, trying to shove that egg out by force…and finally, he felt it slide through! Once the thickest part was past his inner tightness, it was quickly being pushed forward. He still had to push, there was still plenty of birthing canal to get through, but that wasn’t nearly as much of a strain, not nearly so tight and coming through with much less agony. It was only when it reached the surface that it got a bit tense again, but Celaya was there to stretch him out a bit, and with a final sharp roar, it breached through, a squishy splat accompanying the final drop, which Celaya was there to receive. Brosek flopped back onto his side again, heaving and huffing, completely exhausted. “Fuck. Never again.”

“Makes you think twice about what you’ll make a female go through, doesn’t it?” needled Celaya as she cradled the egg in her forelimbs. “We usually have to pay later for the fun, males get the thrill without the punishment.”

“I get it already…not like I’ve been sought after to make eggs anyway.”

“Well, still, worth remembering.” She rubbed the egg a bit, checking it over for any cracks or other obvious issues. “Still…you did well, for a first-timer. Thanks.”

Brosek groaned a bit. “Yeah, sure…nothing to it…” Even he couldn’t make that sound like real bravado. At least he could say his lineage was out there, now…he’d have to make sure he never told them exactly HOW that had come about, though, lest they start to get ideas. He wouldn’t be turning himself again for something like this, that was for sure.

And that was that, at least as far as Celaya was concerned. After a few days and a clean bill of health from Qerrel’s scans, the dragoness took the egg with her and took wing, with a relatively unemotional farewell to Brosek as she did. He wasn’t bothered by that, really…he hadn’t wanted to be attached, and even though he still felt a bit more uncertain than he had imagined he would at having the egg be taken away like that, he was shaking it off. Maybe one day he’d want to be more connected to an egg, but that wasn’t what he wanted that day…no, what he wanted was his dick back. Which didn’t happen right away…Brosek wasn’t really sure how long it was going to take, but it was okay, he could be patient for a couple of days, maybe his body just needed a bit of time to settle down…

———

“Qerrel!” A dragon’s patience could only last so long, and Brosek’s had vanished by a week after the egg had been laid. He stomped into the purple dragon’s lair in a lather, extra frustrated as he was getting an itch in his loins that he didn’t like - it wasn’t as bad as the lust driver, but it was still a reminder of the way he was and a temptation to get something in there that he didn’t want to get in there.

It took a moment for Qerrel to step out from the back to meet him. “Goodness, no need to be so loud, I’m not that far away.”

“I’ll be as loud as I want! Why am I not back to normal yet?”

Qerrel’s confused look was not helping Brosek’s mood. “What do you mean?”

“What do you mean, what do I mean? My cock! My balls! They aren’t back yet! I still have a cunt!”

“…Well, of course you do. I’m not sure what you’re yapping about, really.”

Brosek’s jaw dropped silently for a moment, before he collected himself. “Wh…what the fuck are you on about?! You said this would be done after we did the whole egg thing!”

“I said that the heat and rut states would terminate once the impregnation was successful. I said nothing about the genital swap ending at that time. That was not designed to end at any time, the transfer was always intended to be one-way.”

Brosek’s eyes bugged out as he saw that - and the way Qerrel was saying it was far too casual for him to be joking. “Are y-you…f-fucking…KIDDING ME?! Why the FUCK would you think I wouldn’t want my DICK back?!”

Qerrel merely blinked at the outburst. “Why would you? It was clearly not working properly for you. Why would you be attached to a part of you that was so defective? I figured you’d be glad to be rid of it, at least now you have something that functions properly and can aid your reproductive interests.”

Brosek couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The idea that Qerrel had thought that way had never once crossed his mind! Why had he not said something about that earlier? “I wanted AN egg! I didn’t want to be changed for good! I don’t care if I was fucking shooting blanks, I’d’ve been fine knowing I had ONE whelp out there!”

“…Well, you never mentioned that.”

“I shouldn’t have to mention that! How would YOU feel if your cock got taken from you for good?!”

Qerrel blinked again. “You…DO realize I’m genderfluid, right? I go without at least a third of the time. I was fairly sure you’d already been made aware of this.”

…Fuck. I forgot about that. To be fair, it wasn’t like he really had much occasion to experience that - Qerrel was borderline asexual, only rarely having any interest in that sort of activity, and Brosek hadn’t ever been one of his rare partners. “That…that doesn’t make a difference for ME! I’m not fluid! I didn’t want to be changed permanently! Change it back!”

“Well. That’s going to be rather challenging.”

“How? Why? Just undo what you did! It can’t be that different from what was done the first time!”

The purple dragon shook his head. “There’s several reasons that isn’t true, but there’s one in particular that stands out above the rest here: the magic induced a switch between you and Celaya. And unless my eyes are gravely deceiving me, there is no Celaya here to even consider a switchback. Your body’s foundation of that part is completely absent, she has every bit of it - she would have to be willing to return it to you in order for that to even be considered. And given that she has departed without coming back to give me an earful, I’m going to presume she was not at all perturbed about the idea of this being an enduring alteration.”

Brosek’s face was turning colors he would not have liked to see as he processed all of this. “That…there…there’s gotta be…something that can be done…” he croaked out feebly. “Even without her…i-it can’t be completely impossible, right?”

“That’s a rather bold assertion.” Qerrel’s brow furrowed. “I can look into options, but it’s not going to happen any time soon. Impregnation is a pretty intense sealing experience - another reason it wouldn’t be as easy as you think, it’s a state that the body wants to reduce risk for so it blocks a lot of magic changes, particularly to those parts, for an extended period of time. I would say it would be at least a year before we could consider returning you to the way you were before.”

“A year?! I’ve gotta be…stuck with a pussy for a year?”

“It’s not really THAT big a disaster, Brosek. You’ll survive. You might even decide you aren’t that interested in going back to a sub-functional male organ set after a while.”

There was no way THAT was going to be true, Brosek asserted privately. He would definitely want to be back to his proper normal as soon as he possibly could. But it sounded like he’d have to go a long time before he could get the chance…hopefully he wouldn’t be discovered by anyone who would want to use that against him…