FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Thanks to the magical influence of the Tournament organizers, Blair Garten is offered a few opportunities to maintain her homestead and her farm. After a long day in the fields, she returns to her cabin, eager to spend the evening with her newfound companion.

When she approaches, however, she sees others have arrived—a familiar posse, indeed. "Ah didn't think we'd be havin' company over for supper tonight. Would’ve picked some more pumpkins for victuals."

Her jovial and friendly tone belie an unavoidable fact—many of those here now have committed crimes in the eyes of her faith. There is a dark sorceress who corrupts and transforms life, a demigoddess who has defied the destiny of her upbringing, and a dragoness from the conceited Council.

Stepping out of the cabin, though, is their leader, an impressive and powerful dragon man, and fellow Champion of the Tournament of Pleasure—Draykan.

Draykan smiles and waves to Blair. "Hey. Seems our turn's coming up. You haven't seen a two-headed dragon woman around these parts, have you?"

"Ah reckon ah haven't," Blair admits. "Been mostly keepin' to mahself and mah Allison, more or less."

"We've met," Draykan says, stepping off to the side. Behind him stands the fiend-blooded human Allison Aldevan, whose craggy extremities and horns reveal her demonic nature.

With her morose outlook, she nods to the farm gal and speaks up. "It turns out Draykan and I have a lot in common. He and his companion were both tortured by a cult who worshiped Zelbia, well, in part…."

"Ain't it a small world, then. But you don't know what else Draykan did. He broke a promise with the goddess of fertility."

Draykan frowns. "She tricked me and put an innocent child, my child, in danger. I want to show her that she can't mess with me, and I think beating and marrying you will do just fine.”

Allison's glance flickers between Draykan and Blair.

The priestess grips her tools tight. "That was mah oath to mahself when ah started this Tournament," Blair admits. "Ah'd either win this thing or find mahself a man ta' help raise a family. Seems ya got yerself quite a family goin' on right now, Draykan. Or, maybe you don't hoard gold so much as you hoard women."

He scratches the back of his head. "Well, I guess that's just part of my nature, huh? I'm a dragon."

"That you are," Blair says. "But two can play at yer game."

"Oh yeah?" he asks, folding his arms over his chest. "How's that?"

Taking a deep breath, Blair closes her eyes. Her tools drop to the earth around her. She moves her hands over her overalls, unfastening them, slipping out of the garments entirely.

Draykan steps off the porch. "Oh, we doing this now, then? You want me to bend ya over and give you the breeding press right here and now?"

Lifting her top over her head, Blair says nothing but gives Draykan a glance at her full and bouncy tits as well as the mark upon her body that points to her being a priestess of Xasandra.

When she opens her eyes, they glow, slitting in a reptilian style. "All those ordained by the goddess are her children," Blair begins. "They find themselves reborn into a new life, one where they will be fruitful and make the most of any means of fertility. Being a part of the goddess's family comes with a few rules and taboos, too. Ya see, you done already made some kids in the family of the divine."

"Wait… kids?"

She curls up and roars as wings sprout out from her back. Grand green scales erupt all over her body, filling her out, enlarging her. Her muscles, already defined from years of work in the fields, strengthen and tone. Her hair grows longer and wild over her shoulders, breaking through her band. The mark upon her body, the symbol of Xasandra, glows with the awesome might of a goddess's power. Soon Blair stands a head taller than Draykan, a dragoness in humanoid shape, hands outstretched in a welcoming gesture. "You have yer children by Xasandra… ah would not take mah goddess's lover, but… if'n you prove yerself, then she promises that ya can have yer kid!"

Draykan steps up to her, throwing away the tabard of the knights of love, revealing both of his dicks. "I'm not Xasandra's lover. It was a one-time thing. I will see my kids back with me, then I'll be satisfied."

With that being said, the many masked faces of Hanioc appear around the little slice of paradise that Blair calls her home. A dome of divine energy inscribed with the language of the gods appears around them, keeping the viewers away from the next competition.

Shadowy figures sit among the masks, staring at the competition that is about to unfold. Their gazes are fixed upon the two dragons, and among them, one figure emerges above all others.

Magnificent scales shimmer in the light of the evening sun. Purely gold eyes stare from the gargantuan beast's crested head, looking down before the two mortals beneath her. Underneath one mighty clawed hand, the dragon holds a speckled egg, rolling it like a cradle.