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Spiking the Dragon

Rokanoss and Spike squeezed shoulder to shoulder to get through the archways at the back of the Vore House Manor's courtyard. Rokanoss, the much larger of the two, was able to overpower Spike and push the smaller one off to the side before bursting into The Wilds. He was followed soon after by Spike, who bit his tail playfully and stood next to him, overlooking the vast landscape in front of them.

They were here for work. The sun had just risen, and it was their turn to play the roles of roving predators within The Wilds. And, in spite of their notable difference in size - when standing up straight on all fours, Spike's back would only just barely touch Rokanoss's belly - they had an ongoing friendly rivalry to see who could find more prey. Throughout the day, they'd often go their separate ways, fill up their bellies and other orifices, and then come back to the manor and compare. Of course, Rokanoss had the advantage due to his size, but Spike was smaller and more nimble, he could easily drop off his prey one at a time and come back multiple times throughout the day.

The Wilds were perfect for this. At The Vore House, all guests, visitors, and employees had to take a dose of the Vore Juice. A custom-made potion that basically made anyone safe to eat. By drinking a vial of Vore Juice, a person's internals would become habitable, their fluids breathable - taking after the naga tribe that founded the place - and anyone's flesh impervious to damage for a day at a time. This ensured that no matter what a person's role, they would be safe.

While the concept of vore and predation was scary and dangerous in theory, at The Vore House of Klyneth, safety was paramount. And, in The Wilds, anything goes. The Vore house started as a vore brothel, where predators and prey would hook up to engage in sessions and scenes within the Manor, but as word got out and the House's notoriety grew, they needed a way to take on more people. More clients. That's where The Wilds came up. A large safari zone mixed with a theme park, with distinct locations to explore and daily events planned where any pred and prey can meet up to sate their hunger and desires. And within The Wilds, Rokanoss and Spike liked to scour the land and gobble up anyone that they could. With the prey's permission, of course.

Rokanoss often kept to the northern half of the Wilds, encompassing the deciduous forest, the mountains, the frosty tundra plateau, the crystal caves and enchanted woods, as well as the northern half of the Savannah, plains, swamp, and lake/beach zone. On the other half, Spike would fly over the tropical jungle area, the mushroom woods, the lab, the city, and the southern half of the lake/beach zone, savannah, plains, and swamp. This day was no different.

They stood tall, glancing over at one another with the vast Wilds laid out before them. Rokanoss grumbled a bit, his belly churning and his throat quivering. To counter that, Spike reared back on his hind legs and chirp-bit at the air. The competition was on.

"You know it's expected to be a slow day, right?" Leera cautioned as she slithered up between them. The massive serpent slowly shifted her colours from her natural earthy browns to her more on-brand, bright colours of green, red, blue, and yellow. This was how she looked at work, and each individual scale shifted in a wave, going from her earthy colours to her work colours. "It's coming up on the most romantic day of the year. Most of our clients are just coming in to buy some home-use potions instead and are enjoying their meals as take-out." She was well aware of their friendly rivalry and was happy to endorse it since it made for a more adventurous experience.

Rokanoss grinned. "Fine by me, it just means we're going to have to fight over our prey."

"Hmph. Sure my dude. If you can even catch me!" Spike leapt into the air, wing spread to catch a breeze. He flapped as hard as he could, getting as much lift as possible, leaving Leera and Rokanoss at the gates of The Manor.

"He's a brash one. That's for sure." Leera laughed to herself. "All the better, you two are responsible for some of the most traffic. Go do your thing, I'll be hanging out in the temple area. Yetzer has the day off so I'll be filling his role as best I can. And not that I have to remind you, but do play nice with each other. Sometimes your fights scare the more meek prey visitors."

"For sure." Rokanoss said with a nod. "I'm always nice!" And with that, he leapt in the air to catch up to Spike. He was bigger, but he wasn't any faster so he had a lot of work to do. He did watch Leera slithering across the plains towards the temple - which was in Spike's domain - before cresting the edge of the northern mountain with the snowy plateau upon it.

The entirety of The Wilds was actually pretty large. Ten kilometres from front to back, five from side to side. The size of a small city on its own. It took about an hour or two to walk from The manor to the opposite end of the lake area where the Enchanted Wood and the Fungal Forest met. That was why there were actually a series of underground rails that took people to each of the areas. Ten minutes to get to your destination was better than two hours.

Of course, none of that mattered for Spike and for Rokanoss, who could fly to anywhere within The Wilds in a matter of minutes. The power of flight certainly had its advantages, even if it did take a tonne of energy, effort, and motivation.

Sadly, Leera was right. As the pair of dragons flew circles around their respective territories, doing figure eights so that they didn't overlap, they were both disappointed to see that there really wasn't much in terms of guests. Rokanoss saw a bear beast and a couple of campers go into one of the cabins up the mountainside, so he couldn't really invade their plans. Spike saw a ritual 'sacrifice' to Leera over in the temple area but he knew better than to steal her prey. He'd ended up in her belly a few times for that, whether he wanted it or not. Not that he ever objected, he just knew she didn't appreciate him taking her meals. And since she was the boss, it was something he opted to not test.

Rokanoss found some lovely prey first. They were a group of hikers venturing into the crystal caves, the labyrinthine maze that laced its way underneath the snowy mountains. He was quick to dive right in after them, trapping them in place and making a meal of each of them one by one. The funny thing was that, as mountain hikers, they were all connected by a tether, so when he caught and swallowed the first, he just had to keep gulping to take in each and every one of them, one at a time!

With a bellowing belch that echoed through the caves, he reared up and rolled onto his back, thick belly squirming as his hiker team struggled against his belly scales from within. This created a constantly shifting mass that he enjoyed rubbing against, his cock slapping against it to smear his own fluids against his ventral area. Given the inherently sexual nature of The Wilds, he was a little surprised that he didn't think to stuff any into his member. Then again, there were a handful of them, all connected by a tether. Had he tried that, even his balls couldn't handle it. Even as internal balls.

Once he was done giving the mountain climbing team what they clearly came for, he stretched his wings and flew back to The Manor, where he delicately retched and spewed them all back up next to a cleansing pool, where they were free to wash themselves of his fluids or bask in them. Two of them came out, knotted and stuck together; clearly they were having quite the time in his belly. An orgy of adventurers all exploring new caves.

Satisfied with his first haul of five, he belched again to empty his stomach of any air he'd allowed in post regurgitation and returned to do his rounds, flying figure eights around the peak of the northern mountain range within The Wilds. While there, he caught sight of a seemingly frustrated Spike ducking and weaving and attempting a series of dives near the peak of the southern mountain, where the cascading steps of hot spring falls bled into the jungle reason. Clearly he was eager to find and catch some prey there, to add to his count.

But what he didn't see that was, above him about a hundred meters or so, a gryphon was hunting him. It was Ceylon, Leera's mate and another frequent attraction in The Vore House Wilds. Rather than intervene, Rokanoss simply kept flying around in circles, hovering over the northern mountains while keeping an eye on what was going on with Spike and Ceylon.

The orange and yellow dragon looked to be doing something similar, circling the southern peak while trying to find an opening to swoop down and find some tasty prey. There did appear to be a few parties nearing the hot springs but they were under the dense canopy of the jungle region so Spike never got to make his move. Instead, he just kept swooping down and bailing at the last possible moment, flapping his way up to an altitude high enough that those down below either couldn't see him or didn't see him as a threat. Either way, it was quite the game to watch.

That was, until he finally swept in with an attempt only to be slammed mid-strike by Ceylon, who threw him off course and tackled him to the ground on the side of the mountain where the many hot springs cascaded into one another like a series of waterfalls. The two tumbled over and across many pools only to end up opposite one another, squaring off like they were ready to fight. Spike seemed agitated while Ceylon hopped around with a jaunty expression, teasing and taunting the dragon. She was considerably larger than him, a bit of a change of pace for her since she was usually about the same size or smaller. In fact, from what Rokanoss could see based on his vantage point was that Ceylon may have been as big as him.

Curious and in desperate need to watch this play out, he angled his wings and came to perch atop the southern peak, at the top of the hot waterfall that sourced all the springs. He looked down at them, aware that the canopy was just thick enough to obscure their vision of him but not so thick he couldn't see what was happening. He was only fifty meters away, just above them on the cliffs, so he could hear their interaction as well.

"What was that all about?" Spike asked. "Dude, I had a whole party of hikers!"

"And now I have you. You know the rules." Ceylon - clearly female today - daintily hopped on the slate rock that lined the hot spring to get closer to him, tail up to reveal her thick, equine vulva. "What are you going to do about it?"

Spike's eyes narrowed as he glared at her. He clearly wanted to tackle her or fight her, but today she was much larger than him and he knew he stood no chance. So he simply stood, a stoic look on his face as Ceylon walked past him.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." As she got behind him, her tail swiped up past his cheek and tickled him down his flank, the three jaws of her tail maw drooling on his scales as she did so. He remained stoic, only to have her tail then strike the back of his neck, biting down with the snake-like maw, wrapping a coil around him from shoulder to horns, then pinning him down with his chin on the slate rock, his hot breath swirling the steam of the hot spring.

He growled, he squirmed, and he tried to bite her tail but she was too strong. "Hey, get off me! I'm the apex here!"

She stepped over him, all fours in the hot spring with her pussy hovering over his head, her fluids dripping right onto his snout. "Are you? Doesn't look like it to me." Then, without giving him time to retort, she sat right on his face, tail coiled up around his neck so he couldn't move as she wriggled and gyrated against him.

Her larger size and naturally stretchy, snake-like flesh made it easy for his muzzle to part her lips and slip right into her. As she gyrated and arched her back to find the right angle, she pushed down with all her might and leaned back into him, her black, velvety lips distending to slide down his face, swallowing him up as her clit winked on her chin and spewed her fluids down his neck and chest.

Naturally, he tried to squirm out from under her but the more he moved the more aroused she became. The wriggling just conjured more natural lubricant from her depths to soak him, easing his passage into her.

Ceylon threw her head back and gaped open her maw in a silent screech, chest heaving and body undulating against spikes as she used her prehensile tail to continue shoving him into her. With a few expertly managed motions and just the right application of pressure, his head slipped beyond her lips with a squelch so loud even Rokanoss could hear it up on top of the cliff next to the waterfall.

He was quite enjoying the show, so much so that he couldn't help but watch as his cock forced its way from his slit, its slimy length billowing steam to join what came from the hot springs. He grabbed his tip, slipped a claw into himself, and gaped his urethral opening; his cock was hungry and he wished Spikes head was somewhere inside him instead of Ceylon.

But the gryphon had only just begun. Her tail remained tightly wound around Spike's neck, holding him in place as her clit winked and her walls constricted him in place. He tried to struggle, to thrash about and pull himself out, but with his horns inside her as well, he was trapped. Any attempt to pull out just tickled her more and made her walls squeeze even more. Once she was sure of her hold on him, she released her tail's grip around his neck and then coiled around his entire body, pinning both his wings and front legs to his chest in a way that would best ensure he was streamlined.

Her pussy had no problems dilating and stretching even farther as her tail continued to squeeze and pull. She had to lean into it, to rest all of her weight upon Spike's form in order to bypass his shoulders and the elbows of his wings, but once she got to that point he posed little resistance. It was almost like he was actively trying to help her out by not struggling during the most integral time.

Of course, that didn't last long. The moment he felt his shoulders, front feet, and wing elbows pass through Ceylon's cunt flesh, he began squirming again, wriggling and pushing down against her folds and generally being a nuisance. Naturally, this did nothing but help to arouse Ceylon further, the friction coaxing her walls to secrete even more of her natural fluids to make her canal slick as could be. The more he squirmed, the tighter her tail coiled and the harder she leaned back, her meaty vulva easing over him, sliding past his shoulders, wrapping around his midsection, and coming to rest around his belly with only his legs, tail, and the tips of his wings poking out.

Inside, it was clear Spike was still struggling and resisting, as a series of well-defined bulges kept pressing out from her abdomen only to have her flex and force him to stop, the extra pressure clearly exciting her progressively more. Because every time a bulge pressed out and every time she did what she could to stifle his movement, she gasped and clacked her beak shut, practically drooling out both ends with a hunger that could only be sated by dragon flesh.

Rokanoss did all he could to remain a bystander, but with Spike half swallowed by gryphon pussy, backside sticking out of gryphon pussy, he had to act. He took his moment, leaping down and bursting through the canopy to land next to Ceylon, spreading his wings to show dominance only to be greeted by a grinning gryphon.

She was glancing back over her shoulder, ears down and eyes narrowed in a sultry gaze. "Well? What are you waiting for?" She cooed at him, swaying her hips so Spike's legs and tail swished about behind her. She released her prehensile tail's grip on Spike, hoisting it up high over her lower back to further expose her plump, equally-hungry-looking pucker. A perfectly round and plump donut that was absolutely and positively soaked with the fluids that had come from her depths and been spread by Spike's form squeezing into her.

He wasn't waiting. He hopped forward, all fours in another one of the hot springs that was one level above the one Ceylon was standing in. He grabbed spike by the tail and went to hold the orange dragon in place only to accidentally pull some of him out of Ceylon. Spike slipped out with ease, so Rokanoss was worried he'd come out entirely. To put a stop to that, he let go of Spike and wrapped both front talons around Ceylon's hips, holding her in place as he flexed his loins and aimed his cock right at Spike's tail hole.

Clearly Spike wasn't ready for this. He flailed, he kicked, and he squirmed inside Ceylon in an attempt to twist his body in a way Rokanoss couldn't enter, but it was to no avail. The natural lubricant that coated Rokanoss's cock mixed with the steam billowing up from the hot springs to make him extra slick, so viscous that nothing could stop him.

The moment that Rokanoss found Spike's tail hole and the right angle, he bucked once and forced all but his knot into the dragon. His length slid between Spike's cheeks and parted his flesh, lancing through him so deep that even Ceylon could feel the bulge through the dragon's belly as it pressed against her clit and anterior wall.

She moaned a bit, then whimpered as she pushed back, eager to feel more of both dragons inside her. Ceylon did all she could to brace herself against Rokanoss's weight, gyrating and pushing back with all her might, easily swallowing up more of Spike between her pussy lips, which lurched past his hips and around his thighs as well as the base of his tail.

Rokanoss kept thrusting, slamming his knot against Spike's posterior even as the dragon's three limps clamped down around him. This made things difficult, as it didn't take long for Spike's pucker to end up half way buried in Ceylon's pussy. Rokanoss was quite well endowed, however, and had no problems remaining inside Spike to keep thrusting and stuffing him in deeper.

Before long, Ceylon's winking pussy clenched and constricted in a distinct, inward wave. This virtually gulped Spike, forcing the dragon to pass through her and curl up into her womb while Rokanoss continued to help by thrusting, his cock eventually popping out of spike and just penetrating Ceylon, the tip of his length prodding Spike's feet and tail.

There was a moment where they both paused to think that maybe the encounter was over, but then Rokanoss gripped Ceylon's waist even harder, holding her in place while he continued to mount her. His cock, somewhat enlarged - likely due to the vore juice that had subtly different effects depending on the user's desires - slammed into her with a series of guttural squelches, her walls collapsing around him in the wake of spike being deposited in her womb. Once the last of the dragon's tail got past her cervix and her flesh sealed up with him inside, she began to struggle.

"You really think you have this one won?" She growled at him with a clearly playful yet antagonistic tone. "I've been taking dragons your size or bigger since before you were born!" She then went to pull away, only to be held in place by Rokanoss's extra-strong front talons, both of which were wrapped so tightly around her hips that he'd have punctured her skin if not for the vore juice making her impervious to damage.

Inside, at the same time, Spike continued to struggle against the walls of her womb. He kicked, he squirmed, he pushed out and even tried biting her insides in protest, but the more he struggled and the more her abdominal wall churned with his many limbs forming various bulges, the tighter she squeezed and the more she fought back.

Of course this meant she was fighting off dragons both from inside and out. Rokanoss's cock filled her pussy from lips to cervix, the tip jabbing Spike through her flesh wall while his knot swelled just inside her. He held her down with all his weight, a pressure that was amplified against Spike inside her womb. She tried to twist and kick back, but Rokanoss was simultaneously too heavy and too strong for her. While she possessed great agility and malleability, he was still a dragon and thus possessed far more muscle mass than her.

She did manage to roll onto her back, which just left her completely submerged in the hot spring and pinned under Rokanoss. Fortunately, the slightly pink-tinged water of the hot spring was the same breathable fluid that her womb secreted, so she was completely safe breathing under water.

Trapped there and unable to use her physical strength to resist him, she closed her eyes and concentrated some of her magic on her loins. Her distended belly glowed, her pussy pulsated with light, and a teal mist emanated from her eyes, gullet, pussy, rump, and tail maw as her abdominal wall became slightly translucent, showing Spike inside her. He was curled up like he was an egg, the light of her pulsating body illuminating him from under the water. This light and her translucent flesh also allowed Rokanoss to see his own cock through her lower belly.

He was immediately distracted by the image, so much so that he didn't see Ceylon staring up at him with devious intent. Before he could clue into what was going on, her entire abdominal wall clenched up as tight as it could go, a birthing contraction that spun Spike around inside her so that his head and face crested through her cervix, forcing his open maw around Rokanoss's cock tip inside her.

Another contraction dilated her cervix and squeezed her womb, forcing the dragon out of her face first. The pressure against Rokanoss's cock mixed with Rokanoss's weight and strength holding himself in place meant that Spike's gullet simply passed over his cock, giving the larger dragon oral on the way out. For a brief moment, Rokanoss's length was lodged deeply in Spike's throat while Spike was stalled halfway out of Ceylon's womb, only his nostrils poking out from the gryphon's vulva.

Once more, a third contraction forced Spike out even farther so that the dragon's head had been completely rebirthed, his maw pressed tightly against Rokanoss's lower belly. This sudden shift in mass and weight and circumstance surprised Rokanoss and gave Ceylon enough effort to squirm out from under him, clenching one last time to let Spike slide out of her fully, his tail bursting from her pussy with a bubbly squelch upon exit. Even though Spike was still mostly inside her when she thrashed her way out from beneath Rokanoss, that final contraction left the orange one in place as she bolted away.

She breached the surface of the hot spring and leapt away, leaving Spike with Rokanoss's cock lodged deep into his throat while underwater.

Or, as it seemed, her throat. Once Ceylon leapt away and ironically found herself perched upon the same cliff face that Rokanoss had used to spy on them earlier, her pussy oozing a torrent of her fluids into the waterfalls that fed the hot springs, Rokanoss noticed something interesting about Spike.

The smaller, orange dragon's slit had gone from a masculine one to notably more feminine. Petite, with a tiny little clit poking out the anterior crook of it. The flesh around her opening was flushed pink, swollen like a dragon hen in heat. It took Spike a moment to realize she'd been released from Ceylon's depths, but once she noticed she squirmed away, pulled her maw off Rokanoss's cock, and gagged a bit as she found her place once more. She spat and coughed and hacked, only stopping when she noticed a very erect and very well-endowed Rokanoss was standing tall over her.

Spike wanted to run, to bolt and use her relative speed and agility to escape Rokanoss, but something kept her from moving. The tingling in her loins, having been transformed inside Ceylon's womb, enticed her to stay. Not only that, but the subtly intense aroma that billowed up from beneath Rokanoss made her blood pump to that region, inflating her lips with each beat of her heart. She glared, knowing that she'd been bested, but then turned and lifted tail. She not only knew she'd lost this round, but was more eager than she wanted to admit to see what he'd do to her.

Little did she know, the rapid transformation brought onto her by Ceylon had also quickened her estrus. The tingle she felt in her loins was her body begging to breed, her depths aching for cock and cum in equal measure. Sure, she was horny - that never changed - but this was different. This wasn't a want, it was a need. She needed Rokanoss to seed her fertile body, and she didn't even realize it. All she knew for sure was that she hungered for dragon flesh and her lips were ready to swallow every drop.

Rokanoss pinned her down and eased into her, his cock parting her lips and slipping into her depths with so little resistance that both were a little disappointed. The pressure was only half the fun, without the friction that came with a good breeding, it just wasn't as engaging! So naturally, she clenched her loins to squeeze as tight as she could. To her shock, she had far more muscle control than she thought possible, way more than when she was a drake. Her loins massaged and caressed Rokanoss with ease, milking him from base to tip in that order. She wasn't just constricting his cock, she was using her slit to suck him dry!

Naturally, every muscle twitch and pelvic pulsation just made Rokanoss descend a little more into his more carnal state of mind. He wrapped his talons around either of Spike's shoulders and pinned him in place as he bucked his hips and applied the pressure of all his weight directly on the smaller, now-female dragon's haunches. Without much issue at all, his tip, length, and even knot passed through Spike's ventral scales, forming a clear bulge in his belly that throbbed with every beat of Rokanoss's heart. Both dragons paused for a bit as the larger drake's knot swelled inside, each of then panting heavily as steam billowed up around them.

Rokanoss growled in Spike's ear, the rumbling vibration and heat of his breath making spike shudder from neck to tail, the tremor that went through his body serving to further please the drake.

Her loins continued to clench as she dug her claws into the rocks and dirt between hot springs, deliberately tugging on Rokanoss's cock in a way meant to specifically and expertly stimulate him. Thrusting was great, but a tugging pressure on a knot was how to best milk a multi-lobed cock. That, mixed with a wavelike contraction that just kept caressing his length, meant that the drake didn't last very long at all. It only took a few minutes of sustained pressure and vaginal contractions for him to bellow into the sky, a deep roar rocking the leaves of the trees and hitting with so much force that every hot spring in the area rippled in his wake.

Right as he felt his loins twitch and begin to pump into Spike, he gripped the smaller female by the shoulders and reared back, ending with Spike laying on his torso, both of them belly up. Rokanoss found his place, half submerged in a hot spring with Spike's tail flicking back and forth to make a series of cute little splashes in the water. He wrapped one of his hands around Spike's torso, the other around one of her hind legs, and growled happily as his member continued to pump shot after shot of his essence deep into Spike. The bulge in Spike's belly throbbing gently every time.

Spike kept panting heavily, tongue lolling out as a gooey mess of drake cum and her own natural fluids seeped out and around Rokanoss's knot, filling the lightly pink-tinged water of the hot spring and dispersing like a cloud. They both collectively flopped back, exhausted from the brief but intense session as the waterfalls continued to patter and cascade over themselves down the mountain.

It was then that Ceylon returned, now her normal size - which was no bigger than Spike - to laugh at them. "Oh, you two. You definitely should have taken a bit more time."

"Why's that, my dude?" Spike asked, Rokanoss's knot slipping out of her as it deflated just enough to pass through her opening, releasing more seed into the water.

"Immediately post-transformation, your body is at its peak fertility. You're gonna have a clutch of eggs!" She grinned broadly, doing all she could to hold back laughter. "You two have fun with that! I got some more guests to play with!" She then leapt away, darting through the thick foliage to fly her way out over the southern mountainside, leaving Rokanoss and Spike to bask in that revelation.

With Rokanoss still buried in Spike, the two paused for a moment before breaking down in laughter. They figured Ceylon was joking and thus didn't take it seriously. They just took a bit of a break, with Rokanoss still resting comfortably within the dragon hen's slit.

They should have known that Ceylon doesn't lie.