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Savizoth, or Sav for short – nobody liked pronouncing long and complex draconic names, unless they were a dragon – was panicking. He had completely forgotten that tomorrow was Valentine's Day, and thus he hadn't yet gotten anything for his girlfriend-turned-fiancé, despite all the times she'd reminded him in the past couple weeks.

And now, he was stuck at work, staring at the same damn spreadsheet he stared at every day while his red scales quickly developed a sheen of anxious sweat. The office, well air-conditioned and rather open in design, suddenly felt oppressive. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. Gods, he loved his girlfriend, and she had been so excited about the upcoming holiday that she’d be equally shattered if Sav forgot to get her anything at all. A beautiful dragoness like herself deserved something, too.

That meant he had to come up with something. He hadn’t even realized that he had forgotten until his boss outright asked. Apparently, he’d gotten his wife a bottle of wine and a dinner reservation, but had also laughed that “by now all the good wines are sold out”.

“Did you have any other ideas for stuff to get?” Sav asked, trying to swallow down the nervous energy and at least get something useful out of his elderly boss.

“Well, a box of chocolates is always good, but I think most stores are sold out of the nice ones,” he shrugged. “’sides, the wife don’t like chocolates much. Does your… what was her name, Mel?”

“Melarian, so yeah, Mel,” Sav replied.

“Yeah. Man, you dragons and your fancy names,” he chuckled. The boss himself was just a wolf, which perhaps explained why his wife didn’t much enjoy chocolate: inherited distaste owing to former toxicity. “Well, I mean… hey, hey, did you forget to get her anything?”

“N-no, I’m just… thinking of something more that I could get her,” Sav squeaked. Then he folded. “Yeah, I did.”

“Oh man, I know you younger peeps are a bit more liberal about it. I think mine would seek divorce if I forgot that or her birthday,” the greying wolf laughed. “Either that or find a younger lover to play with. How about like, going to the movies?”

“We go to the movies like every month already,” Sav sighed.

“Could do something special, like get her a massage?” the wolf asked.

“Gods, no, I can’t… well, I could, but it should be me touching her on a day like tomorrow,” Sav replied.

The wolf paused for a moment, measuring the very real distress in the dragon’s voice and eyes. “Okay, fine, you know what? Let’s work something out. I have a friend who makes some custom perfumes. They’re really good stuff, supposedly,” his boss told him. “I could tell her to meet you with some samples, like… I dunno, out in the parking lot? I don’t want you to get dumped, it’s bad for productivity.”

“And you like supporting small, local businesses, right?” Sav asked. The wolf talked about that so often, and only ever bought vegetables and fruit from the local farmer’s market, so at least he meant it to some degree.

“Always,” the boss replied. “I’ll give her a call. Let you know what she says. She actually customizes them based on species, and apparently most of her customers are dragons, haha,” he laughed.

Well, it wasn’t much of a surprise. Dragons were known to be drawn to all kinds of luxury, few more so than the red dragons. Jewelry, comfort, money, sexual hedonism – though Sav and Mel found themselves a little more restrictive about sex than most – and of course, perfume. It’d be the perfect gift!

The wolf dialed a number as he walked out of the room, phone squeezed between his ear and his shoulder as he looked through a printout of Sav’s sheet of calculations.

Sav returned, for his part, to fidgeting nervously while staring at the potted plant on the windowsill. Who watered that thing, anyway? Was it even real? He suddenly felt the urge to reach out and see if the leaves were plastic, if only to distract himself from the anxiety that quickly swelled again.

“Yeah, she’s up for it,” the wolf called from the hallway. “Company parking lot at lunchtime, so half past noon, yeah?”

“Sounds good!” Sav called back, and it was like all the anxiety melted off his shoulders instantly. At least he’d have something, and not only that, but something rare and bespoke; the kind of gifts that were hard to find that Mel very much loved.

When his lunch break came, the dragon rushed out so quickly that he almost tripped into the elevator, and again on his way out. In the parking lot, where the elevator went directly if you took it one floor beneath the entrance level – it wasn’t actually underground, just at a lower elevation – he immediately ran into a hippogryph, beautiful as all hell, with ivory white feathers but with an emerald edge that separated the white from the brown fur of her lower half, all tastefully covered with a partial suit, as most heavily furred or feathered species wore; suits that covered about half the body to imply respectability but still left lots of room for their skin to breathe.

This one’s suit almost looked like a crop top, with a tie dangling between two heavy, very feminine breasts. The sight left Sav instantly breathless, in a way that few women did, and he had to fight back the fleeting fantasy of doing something with her. The kind of activities that an engaged boyfriend certainly wasn’t supposed to do, no matter how much of a red dragon he was.

“Hi!” he greeted her. “So, I heard you could get me some perfume for my partner?”

“Sure can. Are you both dragons?” she asked, with a beak-tugging grin, the kind that suggested she knew more than she let on.

“Yeah, we are. Both red dragons, too. Do you have something-”

“-sure do,” she replied, reaching into the trunk of her car and pulling out an ornate little bottle, floral in design, and filled with a milky red liquid. “This one should be perfect for her. And hey, I got something for the man of the house, too…”

“No, that’s alright, I just meant to get her-”

“The gift will be a lot more thoughtful if you both get matching scents, silly. Don’t worry, I’m not that expensive. Just fifty per bottle,” she smiled, and pulled out another bottle. It had the same design, but the fluid inside was a cloudy blue rather than the red of the women’s fragrance.

She had a point, Sav thought. “Well… what do they smell like?” he asked. “No, no need for a sample, I don’t really know perfumes myself.”

“Musky, I’d say. Musky and floral. Quite certain to please any dragon”,” the hippogryph grinned. “Oh, and I have a great recommendation for a restaurant…”

Sav didn’t really have many options left at this point. He bought the perfumes, so that he’d at least have something to give to his beloved Mel, and booked a table at the restaurant that the hippogryph recommended, too. Next year, he promised himself, he’d think about this much earlier.

Bottles in hand, he returned to work and put them aside until the next day. His boss, at least, was happy that he wouldn’t have to deal with a heartbroken employee who couldn’t get anything done.

The next morning, he woke Mel up with the gift. The red dragoness was beside herself with joy, having managed to convince herself that Sav wouldn’t remember the day. When he did, and with an artisanal gift, at that, she was incredibly happy.

Then, she was even happier when Sav revealed that he had booked a restaurant too. It was perfect timing; she had a gift she wanted to give her beloved partner as well, namely the gift of eggs. The dragoness, as it happened, was fertile, and today was the day she had planned to finally have a clutch of Sav’s offspring. She didn’t tell him yet; it’d be a surprise for later tonight, but of course, he knew that he’d at least get to mate after all he’d done.

“You said these are custom made?” she chirped, admiring the ornate little bottle with the milky red fluid.

“Sure are, yeah. Specifically for dragons, too,” Sav beamed proudly, as if he had any idea what he was talking about. “You can try it on if you want to.”

“Only if you try yours, too!” she replied with more than a little excitement. “I can’t believe you got us matching scents!”

With that, she sprayed a little of it on herself. Her nostrils flared, and for a moment, there was a kind of unfocused, glazed look in her eyes. Sav didn’t notice that, as he was busy applying his own perfume. And sure enough, when he inhaled the scent, there was… something unique about it. He felt his cock slip from his slit. Something wonderful. For a moment, both dragon and dragoness stared emptily in the directions they had been facing, consumed by a kind of empty-headed horniness that they didn’t quite dare to admit to each other.

At the restaurant, the food was perfect. But it only proved a brief distraction from the strange arousal; the way the perfume’s fragrance tickled them both, teasing and exciting them in ways that certainly weren’t appropriate in public, until eventually, Mel couldn’t stand it anymore. While her partner was eating, or at least trying to focus on eating, her foot crept into his lap, and she was deeply delighted to find him just as horny as she was, hard as rock beneath the slacks that gave him some veneer of respectability.

Briefly, Mel considered dragging him to the bathroom. But at the same time, there was something strange about the arousal. It was almost like a nostalgic, lusty longing for something – or some_one_ – else, the kind of warm half-memory that left her unsure of what exactly she wanted. No, she knew she wanted to get fucked roughly, but in a realization that made the dragoness blush, she wasn’t entirely sure by who.

For Sav, the experience was different. He, too, was ravenously needy, to the point where his cock throbbed and precum soaked his underwear when Mel’s mischievous foot rubbed against him, but it was a kind of dazed, dim-minded desire. He wasn’t sure what he wanted at all, and his thoughts were too sluggish to focus on anything at all. As such, he simply ate while Mel teased him until he was nearly cumming into his pants.

It felt like there was something he had to remember. Something about hippogryphs and male dragons. Sav squeezed the bridge of his snout trying to think. Whatever it was, it was about male hippogryphs, he knew that, so it had to be his clouded mind seeing connections where none truly existed, Sav reasoned.

They went about as usual. A few kisses, dinner, dessert. And then, as they left the restaurant, they met a face that was familiar to one of them, waiting outside next to her own car.

The hippogryph from earlier. The very same who had sold Sav the perfumes.

“Well, hello there, lovebirds,” she smiled, and both dragons felt irresistibly drawn to her. She had been attractive before, certainly, but now she was all-consumingly beautiful.

“W-who are you?” Mel asked, her voice trembling as she clung to Sav, unsure of what she’d do if she were to let go.

“You can just call me Silver, if you need a name, but I don’t think you will. Are you enjoying the perfume?” she asked, taking a step closer, but motioning towards the car parked behind her. This time, there was a certain malignancy to her smile. “I bet you’re both feeling like you really need something, so let’s head to my place and talk about it, shall we? Don’t worry, I’ll make the both of you feel good.”

Sure enough, resisting her offer proved to be all but impossible. Sav stumbled into the car, followed by Mel on the other side, with both dragons having a blank look to them as she drove them a short distance outside of the city, and to her place.

“Did you two know that hippogryph musk has an effect on dragons?” she asked, as they pulled up to her driveway after a few minutes of driving through lamp-lit streets. “Mostly, it’s same-gender… so, male ‘gryphs have an effect on male dragons, and vice versa. Please, come on in…”

Silver guided them both indoors. Sav was fighting the feeling of sluggishness, now; he was aware of what was happening, but he felt so deeply submissive – and tingly – in the presence of the hippogryph. But that couldn’t be. She was clearly a female. Being near her felt right, though, and both he and Mel immediately obeyed her as she patted her bed.

“Strip,” she commanded. “First yourselves, and then me.”

“S-should we?” Mel asked. She shook her head, as if trying to convince herself otherwise, but with every breath she took, it felt like a better and better idea. The perfume she was wearing still smelled so good, and now that she was in an enclosed space with the hippogryph…

…Sav realized that it was her scent. Why it was having such an effect on him, he didn’t know, but when the hippogryph – noticing his hesitation – pulled him closer, he didn’t resist either.

“Well, looks like both of you need a little more perfume first, then,” she grinned. “Shouldn’t a be a problem.”

She pulled off her shirt, revealing those perfect, naked breasts, covered in soft feathery fluff, and then, finally, her pants. As they came off, it was to a sight that left both of the dragons wide-eyed and staring; she had a cock. A big, equine one, ebon black and emphasized by a pair of balls that looked almost as heavy as her breasts, mismatched against her otherwise deeply feminine form.

That immediately explained a few things, but Sav had no real chance to consider any of it before Silver pulled his head between her legs and against her plump sheath. All Sav managed to do was to hold his breath; despite the haze in his mind, he was fairly sure that this was a bad thing, and that he shouldn’t breathe in the hippogryph’s musk.

But next to him, Mel eagerly crawled over, already naked. Sav hadn’t seen her strip, but it was to an even greater shock that he realized he was also naked, having subconsciously obeyed the hippogryph while staring. Even then, Mel seemed even more affected, perhaps because she had applied more of the “special perfume” that she’d received, and this close to the source of it, she had no chance at all. Instead, she stuck her snout against Silver’s balls and inhaled deeply, almost purring with pleasure as her hybrid pheromones worked their magic on her, immediately altering her mind enough for outright addiction. Lust, too, of course; as she inhaled the hippogryph’s scent, her sex clenched eagerly, immediately growing wet and desperate to be filled.

She mumbled something incoherent, though her desire was painfully obvious.

“You know, I think she wants to be bred,” the hippogryph murmured to Sav. “You can watch if you’d like. I think you’d enjoy it more with a little perfume, though…”

Silver let go of his head, evidently having decided on an even better idea for how to dominate the young drake. “Let’s show him just how good you’re feeling, shall we?” she asked the dragoness, who eagerly, almost proudly rolled over to spread her legs. Sav – now gasping for air and unsure what to do – watched, with growing sympathetic need, as she even splayed her soaking wet slit open for the hippogryph.

“Your turn, next,” she grinned, winking at Sav, as she took her position between the dragoness’ legs. All Sav could think about was how fertile his girlfriend was while watching the flared crown of Silver’s cock smush against her wide open and unprotected entrance. Yet rather than any kind of protective impulse to stop them, like he expected to feel, Sav found himself staring more at the hippogryph’s heavy balls. He could smell her wonderful scent all the way to the other side of the bed, and he could barely resist crawling over and submitting to the strange pheromone-soaked hypnosis fully.

It'd be so easy. Just a little sniff and he could be together with his fiancé in that happy, almost blissful state. Right now, it felt like she was miles away, moaning for the hippogryph as her cock pressed more and more firmly against her entrance. And yet… the primary thought in Sav’s head was how badly he wanted to be in her place, even knowing what hippogryphs could do to dragons.

That was the only thing holding him back. The fact that a male dragon, if fucked by a hippogryph, rapidly ceased being male. At least below the belt, they did. He’d lose his beloved cock and end up with a fertile slit for the manipulative hippogryph to breed just as she was about to breed his girlfriend.

“C-come on, Sav, you gotta try her, she’s a-ahh-” Mel moaned, her voice cut off as if choked when Silver’s cock first pushed into her. She went quiet, but the desire was obvious; she wanted her partner just as under the influence as she was. And just as pregnant as she was about to be.

She gasped as the hippogryph began to slowly rut her in front of her boyfriend. There was that spark of guilt inside her, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of a beautiful horsecock stretching her wide open. It felt almost all-consuming, especially under the scent-hypnosis leaving every inch of her hypersensitive and practically trembling with need and desire.

Sav could only watch as Silver’s haunches flexed, every well-defined muscle tensing as she drove her cock deeper into the dragoness. He tried to bargain with himself as he slowly crept closer too, just as captivated by the scent as she was, but to no avail. No matter how many times he told himself that he could’ve ran and at least saved himself from that submissive, mind-fucked fate, he couldn’t bring himself to actually do it. After all, bliss was only a few seconds away, if he wanted it. Then he’d be moaning at the top of his lungs like his girlfriend was.

“You know, you don’t really need a cock,” Silver grunted, turning to look at Sav, who was staring back with his comparatively small draconic cock at full mast, leaking onto the bedsheets. “You can just lay back and enjoy mine, just like she’s doing. I mean, surely, they teach every dragon about hippogryphs these days…”

She was implying that he had done this deliberately. That wasn’t true; he knew about hippogryphs, but he hadn’t assumed that the perfume was spiked with hippogryph musk, nor had he known that Silver was a hermaphrodite whose musk affected both genders. Yet, again, he failed to really feel bad about it. It felt almost serendipitous, like winning the lottery with a ticket found on the street, or…

Slap. Finally, Silver managed to hilt herself inside the near-deliriously moaning dragoness. For a moment, she held still, her heavy balls rubbing against Mel’s soft, slippery sex as she savored the moment, breathing heavily with exertion already. The dragoness was incredibly tight given her size, and despite her rather extensive experience as a dragon breeder, it took some willpower to not just let go immediately.

But that exertion also made her scent grow stronger, with a thin film of sweat building on the furred parts of her body, as it did on equines.

That was, Sav recognized, the moment he really had to get out. But then he thought of the head-spinning, dizzying rush he had first felt when trying on her special perfume earlier today, and imagined how much better she’d smell straight from the source. His nostrils twitched and his mouth felt dry as Silver’s hips began to pump again, working towards claiming his beloved girlfriend for herself, and already just about assuming that she’d get to claim him, too.

He couldn’t bear it. Yet he watched anyway.

Silver sped up, working herself into a comfortable rutting pace and adjusting it every time Mel stopped moaning. The result was an unending series of moans and whimpers from the dragoness as she melted into the sensations, and a wet patch quickly spreading on the hippogryph’s bed as her cock made her drool with desire.

Sav’s mouth felt dry, in turn. But he was incredibly turned on, too. There was no denying that, not with how wildly he throbbed watching the depraved show unfolding in front of him.

Mel was completely lost in the moment. She had wrapped her legs around the hippogryph’s haunches and was fucking her back, with matching or even more energy than the herm herself. She stopped, but Mel didn’t, working hard to breed herself on her magnificent cock. Sav could easily imagine it being himself under her, reacting just the same, and it seemed to be what both Mel and the hippogryph wanted.

So, who was he, really, to deny them?

Making that decision made him feel an almost intoxicating sense of relief. It was like the burden of having to choose had fallen from his shoulders, and the anxious stress was replaced by a feeling of liberation and freedom. Slowly, Sav crept up behind the hippogryph and his girlfriend.

“Y-yes, do it, do it,” Mel moaned, deep in bliss, but not so deep that she didn’t watch her boyfriend finally embrace what the beautiful hippogryph had intended them both. “Do it!” she emphasized, and Silver’s cock visibly throbbed inside her, perhaps with some dominant joy.

This time, Sav struck his nose against the hippogryph’s balls of his own volition. The feeling of being controlled was simply too pleasant, too intense, and too desirable. Her perfumed scent burned in his nostrils even before he inhaled, but it was a good sensation, like his agency and, soon, masculinity burning away. He’d be little more than a happy sex toy for the hippogryph. Why did that thought turn him on so much?

Do it, do it, do it, Mel’s voice echoed in his mind. Maybe this was just how he was always meant to be. Female from the waist down. A broodfather, they called them.

So, he did the only thing he could do. He breathed in the hippogryph’s scent, and the world melted around him. The haze in his mind thickened into a warm glow, as if he was inside a cloud, and at the same time, his already rock-hard cock throbbed and twitched. And then, he was suddenly coming, hard, as his body emptied out every last drop of cum. It was an overwhelming, crushing release that had him fall over almost bonelessly, trembling and quivering as pleasure washed everything else away with every heavy twitch of his cock, coating himself and Silver’s bed with his cum.

“That’s a good breeding hen,” the hippogryph crooned, turning her head to watch the drake squirm as his balls emptied themselves of the last bit of seed ever produce. “Now, let me just f-finish up with your girlfriend, and we can get you pregnant too.”

He couldn’t wait. Sav watched, with tear-glazed eyes – tears of joy, not sorrow – as Silver sped up her thrusts, fucking his girlfriend with wild abandon, and he found himself cheering her on, wanting to watch those heavy balls seed his dragoness.

It didn’t take Silver long after that. Watching the drake succumb turned her on like crazy, to the point her own juices were drooling down her balls as she fucked the dragoness at a frenzied breakneck speed that made the entire bed creak and groan. There was nothing she enjoyed as much as dominating and breeding dragons, just as her unique hippogryph biology demanded she do, and right now, she was only seconds away from filling the dragoness to the very brim and ensuring that she swelled with her clutch.

Sav’s cock shrank. He reached, dazed, down between his legs and felt for it, only to discover that it had already retreated into his cum-soaked slit, and that he felt just like a female with the ravenous arousal pumping through his veins like wildfire. It felt oddly right, and now, he only needed Silver to seed him too, to make it permanent. He could hardly wait, overcome with a deluge of sensations that threatened to drown his scent-warped mind. Everything felt so good. Everything.

Mel was moaning, still. Her throat hurt from how she helplessly vocalized every moment of pleasure, but it was such wet, clenching ecstasy that she couldn’t hold any of it in. Surrendering, fully, to the hippogryph’s cock and musk was such a wonderful feeling that it made her beg to be bred, and Silver, being the eager hermaphrodite stud that she was, was happy to oblige. She let out a triumphant trilling cry as she hilted inside the dragoness once again.

Sav watched, as if in slow motion, as the base of her cock swelled and then throbbed, several times in rapid succession. The two lovers moaned in unison; Mel at the hippogryph’s flare swelling and digging into her silken walls, and then the warm sensation of finally being deeply inseminated, while Silver moaned at the pleasure and dominance, knowing the dragoness’ partner was right next to her and obediently waiting to get the same treatment. The feeling was so deeply delicious that it made her plumage stand on end as she grinded into Mel’s depths, eagerly unleashing rope after rope of her thick, warm, and very virile cum.

Sav wanted it so badly, more than anything else, and Mel wanted it even more.

“There- oh, fuck, there you go, there’s a clutch for you,” Silver growled, huffing and panting with exertion and a deep, deep satisfaction that only breeders would ever really get to experience. She pushed a little deeper into the dragoness, letting her flare shove the mess of cum firmly against the dragoness’ cervix.

Mel burbled something unintelligible but no doubt very thankful in response. She seemed entirely swallowed up by bliss, absorbed by the sensation of the hippogryph’s cum pooling inside her, seeping further inside her receptive and eager body. It took her several moments of being in that state before she could actually speak again.

“Ooh, wooow,” she drawled. “You really need to… need to try her, oh my goood.”

She sounded like she had lost half her brains with her orgasm, and somehow, that seemed like a rather desirable outcome to Sav.

“That’s right. Why don't you get that cute little breeding hole all wet and ready for me while I finish getting your cute little fiancé pregnant?” Silver murmured. There was a clear aspect of a degradation kink to this, for her, and yet it was loving, too. She didn’t want either dragon to feel left out, after all.

She did feel genuine affection for everyone she claimed, as any good dominant did, and there was more than a little pride in that. Not that there wasn’t any – or even lots of – pleasure in claiming two partners in front of each other, though, especially after her scent had warped their minds.

Slowly, very slowly, she pulled her still hard cock out of Mel’s body. It came out inch by inch; some cum gushed from her well-used slit with the median ring, and then a deluge as her flare popped out.

“Clench, dear. You want to get pregnant, don’t you?” she advised Mel, who did as she suggested.

She then turned towards Sav.

The drake immediately turned around, clambering onto all fours, and even his tail naturally rose, as if it had instincts of its own, baring his currently almost unoccupied slit.

“You know, once I breed you, you won’t have a cock in there at all. You know that, don’t you?” she teased, with that loving glint in her eyes.

He knew.

“But that’s what you want. I can tell. To be freed from the burden of having to breed anyone, and simply enjoy being filled with eggs again, and again, and again…”

Sav whimpered. He did want it. At least in that heated moment, he desperately wanted it, more than anything. So, he let those scent-drunk instincts guide him, pushing his ass – and under it, that juicy and ready slit – out for the hippogryph.

“Mm, don’t want to look at me while I knock you up? Suit yourself, you’ll be looking at your belly often enough,” Silver grinned. And then she was on top of him, in a reversal of what one might have expected based on their bodies. She, curvy and feminine, trying to nudge her oversized equine cock into the muscular and masculine drake’s slit. The very same one that’d soon become a proper female sex, along with some rearrangements deep in his belly to allow him to bear a child.

“Ready?” she asked. “You might want to think about this carefully,” Silver taunted, but Sav couldn’t muster a response. He was completely frozen, entranced by his own roaring lust.

Mel rolled over to watch closely, trying her best to keep her own legs tightly shut so none of the hippogryph’s virile bounty leaked out.

“Guide me in, Mel,” she huffed, when Sav couldn’t find the words to reply to her. “Show me you want to see your fiancé get knocked up too.”

Immediately, the dragoness’ fingers were on that thick, flared cock, still slick with her very own juices, along with a slippery film of cum along the entire beautiful shaft. She guided the tip to push against Sav’s genital slit.

“Good girl. This might be a little uncomfortable at first… but just relax and you’ll get what you need, drake,” Silver rumbled.

Sav was, naturally, much tighter. Even if his cock was small, it still took up space. But soon, that would no longer be a concern. He still moaned as Silver finally pushed, stretching him to the very edge of his capacity. The sensation was incredible, and yet very alien. He’d never had anyone else in his slit before, so a cockhead even rubbing against it felt very strange, and then, as it began to push inside as his body stretched, it felt even stranger. He tried his best to relax, to let that life-changing cock into him as it twitched and throbbed, so alive with the slick and warm desire to breed him.

Just like it had bred Mel. And soon he’d be just like her. He couldn’t wait, and pushed back against the hippogryph, trying to force her cock deeper so it could do its duty. And deeper it slipped, inch by meaty inch.

At first, the stretching was almost too much. Sav doubted that he could handle it at all, squirming with discomfort as the hippogryph slid into him. But it didn’t take long before the pheromone-altered neurons in his head to make it start feeling good, instead. After all, he’d be a better pregnant hen for Silver if it felt good, if he longed and begged for every thrust of her amazing cock. And so, he quickly grew wet around that thick length, soaking it with his juices.

“There you go, relax. I’ll try to be quick, this first time. God, you’re so tight, too… but next time, you’ll grow a proper pussy for me to fuck, won’t you?” Silver crooned. And then she began to really rut him, breasts bouncing as she leaned over the helplessly hypnotized male.

Something gave out inside him at the first precum-spurting throb of Silver’s cock. He was already transforming, and she lipped in deeper than should’ve been possible. Much deeper.

“There you go,” she repeated. And then she said nothing more as heated instincts took over entirely, and she was soon fucking Sav just the way a drake fucked his dragoness. By their side, Mel was cooing in admiration, alternating between catching Sav’s muzzle in deep, passionate kisses, and leaning under the new mating pair to watch Silver’s cock push deeper with each motion.

But he was tight. As much as Sav wanted that moment to continue forever, it didn’t take long before Silver was grunting and groaning, erring from her steady rhythm due to the sheer pleasure, and the willpower required to hold back. She wanted to taunt the drake about how his cock would be gone forever, how he’d be a pregnant broodhen, to keep asking him to beg for it, but she couldn’t, not while the immense squeeze of his body kept pulling her closer to orgasm. It was always such a sweet, eye-watering feeling to claim a male dragon the way hippogryphs were meant to do.

Sav felt her shaft jerk inside him. More heat spread in his depths. Only precum, but sooner or later it’d be the real stuff, and then it’d be too late to turn back. But he didn’t want to turn back when he was so close to the edge of absolute, dissolute ecstasy.

Her hips moved faster and faster. Sav found himself clenching around her cock. It, too, was a totally new sensation, but it felt like his body was desperate for more, as if trying to devour the hippogryph entirely. He welcomed that with his entire being. Who needed a cock if being bred instead of doing the breeding felt this fucking good?

“G-gonna knock you up, fuck you full of eggs,” Silver squawked, and neither dragon doubted her in the slightest.

“Yesss, do it, get us both pregnant!” Mel squealed with shameless joy. She reached to cup Silver’s heavy balls, the potency of which she still felt sticky and warm between her legs, and even deeper inside. She knew, somehow, that she was already fertilized, but she was wide-eyed watching the moment draw closer and closer for her boyfriend, too. Oh, she’d miss his cock, sure, but the hippogryph’s was just so much better.

“I will… just- j-just a little longer,” she groaned.

Mel rolled over so that her head was underneath Sav’s, and she looked into his eyes, half-lidded with pleasure as they were. The intensity of her gaze was almost enough to convince Sav that something was wrong, but then, he breathed in again and realized that nothing was wrong. This was simply what dragons did when hippogryphs were involved. He lowered his snout to kiss Mel again, moaning into her mouth as Silver raced towards her inevitable climax.

Perhaps it wasn’t perfect. She would’ve preferred to last longer. But already, she and Sav were both soaked with each other’s juices and precum, and it was simply impossible to resist that wet, warm suckling and the alluring promise of being able to truly seal the drake’s fate as a broodfather. She groaned, talons digging into Sav’s armored chest as she gave few final thrusts, feeling her seed almost boil over in her heavy balls, and then froze.

For Sav, the next moment was almost religious. Caught in a deep, tongue-tangling kiss by with his beloved fiancé, he still noticed that the hippogryph grew perfectly still inside her, for one immense moment of concentration. Then, there was a throb, a pulse that he didn’t expect to feel at all, much less in such vivid detail. But he did feel it, Silver’s urethra bulging against his entrance. Then, her cockhead flared, and Sav nearly saw stars as every pleasure-spot inside him was pressed at once. He knew exactly what was happening, and his body sang out with pleasure as the first warm, pressured spurt of cum erupted into him.

In that moment, it pushed him over the edge as well, and he had his first “female” orgasm, at least his first with a receptive sex, a pussy like the dragonesses had. The changes were immediate and orgasmic as he received the hippogryph’s sticky bounty; what was left of his cock melted away, absorbed by his body to dutifully grow a womb for his dominant partner to breed. And it all felt like glowing, overwhelming euphoria. The heat only grew and grew, and it felt like his insides dissolved entirely into warm ecstasy as he was truly inseminated – and quickly fertilized, too – by the beautiful hippogryph.

In the throes of his clenching, gushing, spasming orgasm, he already imagined him and his girlfriend side by side, both heavily pregnant and sharing every moment of the experience, from the first egg-bumps in their bellies to laying their clutches, and each one with Silver by their side.

It was a beautiful new relationship.

Eventually, his orgasm ended. Silver’s did too, though she made sure to stay inside the newly minted broodfather for as long as she could, plugging her passage and once again making sure that her seed could do its duty inside her, flare and all. But eventually, she did go soft.

“That was great, you look so sexy like that,” Mel insisted. Sav inhaled the musk-laden perfume still on her neck, and he couldn’t help but agree.

“You do, too,” he replied in a quiet, pleasure-coated whisper.

Silver sighed with satisfaction. “Alright, I’m gonna pull out now. Remember to clench… don’t spill any of that cum. You want to have my eggs, don’t you?”

Obediently, Sav pressed his thighs together as firmly as he could, and clenched those unfamiliar inner muscles, ensuring that the hippogryph’s seed stayed inside him, or at least, as much as it could, bar for the little warm trickle that leaked out when her cock left him gaping. Mel squealed at the sight, clearly admiring her boyfriend and the hippogryph’s potent work equally.

All three of them were left lying there on the bed, as one did after that much pleasure, exertion, and subsequent exhaustion. Silver let the two lovers, Mel and Sav, cuddle up together. She didn’t want to get in their way, after all; having a loving couple to breed was more fun than two separate individuals. Still, she made sure that they remained in bed long enough for her seed to take, not leaking more of her equine-sized loads than absolutely necessary.

“So, how are you feeling? Think that perfume was a good gift?” Silver murmured, next to the two. Every time she looked at them, her cock twitched with a desire to breed them anew, but even she didn’t have that kind of unearthly endurance.

“Amazing. Yes,” Sav groaned. He pressed his thighs together, rather captivated by the slippery heat caught between them. Having a pussy felt weird but also amazing, especially knowing it had already been put to proper reproductive use. He was going to be pregnant.

“And you?” she asked the dragoness.

“Yes! Totally! Best gift he ever got me,” Mel chirped. “I always imagined we'd be parents together... just not like this.”

Sav couldn’t really deny that. Those strange instincts, halfway between mother and father, had already been triggered. He looked forward to laying his eggs, as he rubbed his belly, almost willing it to swell.

Sure enough, with such a virile lover having pumped her potent loads deep into them both – quite a few times, after that first encounter – they were certainly pregnant, both with the same hippogryph’s eggs. It wasn’t exactly the kind of relationship that Sav had planned, but he couldn’t really find it in himself to feel bad about it either, as he cradled his swollen belly, sitting next to his equally pregnant girlfriend. The chemical control of the hippogryph’s musk ensured that they’d both remain rather eagerly submissive to her.

After some time away from her, their minds would clear somewhat, but the addiction itself refused to go away, and thus all that Silver had to do was to come visit whenever she needed, and after some initial hesitation both dragons would be completely drunk on her scent, wet and ready to be bred again.

Well, perhaps it wasn’t the worst possible outcome. At least being musk-drunk and entranced felt amazing, and each time Silver’s majestic equine cock throbbed inside them, it felt like pure ecstasy. Over time, Sav realized that he didn’t even miss his own cock. Why would he, when his lover’s was so perfect? Nor did he mind that his girlfriend’s belly was constantly swollen with someone else’s eggs. After all, that blessing was shared with him, too, as his mind slowly eroded away under Silver’s addictive presence.

Maybe it was a good outcome. Maybe it’d been a great thing that he ended up buying those perfumes for them both. After all, it was the kind of gift that would simply keep on giving… in heavy throb after throb, filling both of their needy wombs with fresh, warm loads of virile hippogryph-seed.