It was time to play.

Kain was bound in ribbons and sashes of silk, completely on display. The wolf anthro quivered with anticipation. This was entirely voluntary on his part; this little game he was going to play with friends was beyond exciting for him. Excited need and want quivered throughout his entire being. He was hungry. He was eager. He was ready.

He was desperate to be bred.

Kain wasn’t like most other boys; down between his legs was a puffy, sopping cunt instead of the usual dick. It wasn’t just for show, either; he had the whole babymaking package, with a fertile womb and everything. Sometimes, when estrus crept up and pounced on him, his desperation to get fucked full of young was so strong that potential partners of his could literally smell it. Thankfully, this time around some friends of his had agreed to help him out.

Scylez strutted over to him, proud and confident and ineluctably masculine. The raptor anthro was leanly muscled; his primary scales were a deep onyx black, and he boasted a lapis-colored underbelly. His blue-hued scales stretched all the way from his lower jaw down his toned chest and abs and even to his balls. Small, swipe-like markings showed proudly on his calves, shoulders, and the inside of his thighs, and a small pocket of blue gleamed on the outside of each of his legs like a beacon. A crest of dark blue feathers crowned his head, and pale ridges winged his hips. A long, blade-like protrusion occupied the end of his tail, and his paws were digitigrade, one talon on each especially long.

What was really noteworthy, though, was his cock. The raptor’s big dick was already on display; it was curved slightly, with a rigid structure and a tapered tip. The whole thing was an eye-catching purple, making him look exotic. Kain couldn’t stop staring.

“Well? You want this?” Scylez asked, his voice like dark chocolate. Kain nodded eagerly, the movement constrained slightly by the ribbons that bound him up.

“Yeah,” he replied, “I do—and more than that. I want your pups, your whelps… I want to be good and bred. I need it. Please, stick your cock in me! I want to get bred by you!”

The raptor smirked and sauntered over to Kain. “All in due course,” he said. Since Kain was on his knees, he could only stare worshipfully up at the cock that was before him. Scylez hefted it, levying it with Kain’s face. “I think I’m going to warm you up first, pup, what do you say to that?”

“I—fnnnghhkl! Mrrmph…”

Kain’s voice was cut off as Scylez thrust his cock into the wolf’s mouth. Surprise morphed into eagerness as Kain eagerly began gulping and slurping the purple member. It was big, but he was both practiced and horny; it didn’t take long for him to get a good amount in his mouth, winding his tongue around it and moaning.

Shuddering from the luscious delight of getting sucked off, Scylez stared down at his bound fuckmate with a knowing grin. He admired attractive men, and Kain was quite the catch. The wolf anthro was enticingly built, with a lean yet strong body, a flat and muscled chest, and a muzzle that always seemed to have a cocky smirk. His fur was a smokey red-brown, darker around the muzzle and the limbs, but his chest was a creamy white that spread all the way down to the slit between his legs.

And there was the real prize. Scylez bucked his hips into Kain’s mouth, savoring the confines of the wolf’s muzzle; he enjoyed the lewd moaning that accompanied every desperate slurp of Kain’s. The wolf anthro’s tongue wound sinuously around his dino dick, squeezing him delightedly and making buck harder. His cock squeezed against the tight confines of Kain’s throat; the wolf whined desperately and nudged his throat forward as best he could, trying to encourage Scylez to deepthroat him, but the raptor anthro just purred out a low, supple laugh. “All in good time,” he repeated, threading his fingers through the dusting of fur atop his head. He still only had eyes for the wolf’s puffy, needy cunt. He couldn’t wait to plunder it.

For Kain’s part, sucking off Scylez was both delightful and maddening. The raptor’s thick spire was firm in his mouth. The musk emanating from it invaded his nostrils, overpowering his senses and making him gluttonous for more. The sharp, masculine taste—both tangy and salty—complemented the overpowering musk perfectly, and filled him with a cornucopia of sensory delight. The feeling of Scylez’s dick in his mouth, firm and insistent, asserting itself as it thrusted in and out and in again, was a tantalizing promise of what might happen to him later. His cunt positively burned with the desire to get fucked and bred; he needed that thick dick to be rutting his pussy, and was desperate to be filled with raptor cum and have his tummy swell with offspring.

The fact that Scylez was taking things slow, teasing him with this light oral, was infuriatingly enticing. Kain pushed his head forward again in yet another attempt to get Scylez to deepthroat him; if the raptor wouldn’t indulge his pussy, at least he could give him that! But the attempt was fruitless; Scylez, laughing, kept him effortlessly in place with the hand he still had clutching Kain’s head. The wolf anthro had no choice but to take things at Scylez’s pace.

And somehow, knowing that things were going at someone else’s pace whether he liked it or not was just as invigorating.

Kain kept up his end of their little dance, moaning and slurping and sucking Scylez off as best he knew how—and he knew quite a bit. When the raptor pulled out of his maw, leaving nothing but his tapered tip inside, Kain closed his lips and sucked, tugging away at the sensitive tip with all his oral strength. Scylez tensed and hissed at that, fingers tightening their grip on Kain’s head. When Scylez thrust in, Kain used his tongue expertly, wending its way around the big rod and pressing it against the roof of his mouth. Despite the aura of control that he projected, Scylez was starting to slip a little bit—arousal colored his scales and his breath grew shallow in places. His grip, while still tight, became less coordinated. Kain could tell he was having an effect.

And then the door to the bedchamber opened. Another voice from behind the two of them rang out: “Got started without me, huh? Naughty naughty…”

Between Scylez’s hand on his head and the dick in his mouth, Kain couldn’t turn to look at the newcomer—but he didn’t have to. He knew that husky, confident voice anywhere: it was Drackey.

The dragon anthro’s steps echoed behind him and then Kain tensed with a moan as he felt familiar claws settle onto his hips. His whole body snapped with an electric thrill as he felt another sensation against his lower lips; Drackey was dragging his already-erect cock outside the edge of his cunt.

“Got a little overconfident, did we, Scylez?” Drackey taunted. He locked eyes with the raptor. “You might have just missed your chance to knock up this wolf here. Got so busy teasing him along that you let another lay claim to his womb…”

Scylez met Drackey’s gaze with a grin of his own. He was as familiar with the dragon as he was with Kain; Drackey was an anthro about his own size with marigold scales and a cloud-white underbelly that spilled over to the bottom of his long, sinuous tail. The dragon stood bipedal, his sky-blue eyes gleaming intelligently over a muzzle full of sharp teeth; long, slightly funnel-shaped ears stretched behind his skull. Claws curved slightly from the end of his hand-like forepaws; larger ones sprouted from his digitigrade feet. A membranous, sail-like crest—yellow-brown in color—stretched from the crown of his head down his neck and spine to crawl along his tail. Completing the ensemble were a massive set of balls and a pink cock that sprouted from the dip of his legs. Drackey was using said cock to tease Kain, dragging it along the wolf’s increasingly-needly slit.

As Kain continued sucking Scylez off, the two reptiles traded friendly banter as to who would be permitted to lay claim to his womb. The wolf’s eyes fluttered and he pushed needily back in an attempt to penetrate himself on Drackey’s dick. He’s had enough teasing—he just wanted them to fuck him already!

“Yep, such a shame,” Drackey said with a lackadaisical air; his grip on Kain’s ass tightened and the wolf keened around Scylez’s dick. “Looks like you missed your shot. Well, I won’t miss mine—I’m going to cum right in this pup’s tight little cunt, knock him up again, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Impeccable delight thrummed through every aspect of Kain’s being at that. Knocked up again—yes, oh yes, this wasn’t his first go. Drackey’d had him bear a clutch before. Just the thought of that memory, of his formerly tight and toned tummy first feeling a tad heavy, and then starting to curve ever-so-slightly… of the way he woke up with a feeling of indescribable fullness, the way that his creamy fur streeeeeeeetched over the tightness… the way the clutch had almost bent him over with its weight near the end, the feeling of the eggs clacking together inside of him, and the delicious stretch of his cunt as he strained to give birth to Drackey’s whelps…

Oh, it was a delectable set of memories. A big part of why he’d agreed to this so readily in the first place. He’d loved bearing another’s offspring.

If being taunted that the one about to plunder Kain’s pussy had impregnated him before had any effect on Scylez, he didn’t show it. In fact, the raptor just smirked wider. “Sure,” he said easily, “go ahead and take the first ride. I’ll come right along after you, and when my seed wins out over yours even though you came in him first… I suppose that’ll be a testament as to which of us is really the more virile one, hmmm?”

Drackey just chuffed in response and settled in close. The tip of his dick began to spread Kain’s outer lips, nestling against his warm moistness, and the wolf almost wept for joy. Finally… finally, it was happening! He was going to get fucked, get bred! This little game of theirs… it was a way for Drackey and Scylez to settle a contest and test their virility. They’d both have a go at him, both attempt to breed, and whomever he bore the children of would be the winner… And that role of his, the fact that he was going to serve as the vessel for their contest and the victor’s broodmare was the most delicious thing of all for Kain. He wanted them to get it over with; he wanted so desperately to swell with young.

And finally, the time came.

Drackey stopped teasing Kain and just surged right in. The wolf spasmed, wanting to arch his back but unable to for Scylez’s dick in his mouth; instead, he was left quivering with submissive bliss as his womb was stuffed full of dragon cock, unable to even command his own body to the tune he wanted.

Kain’s hips juddered and his body shook as Drackey smashed into him. The dragon’s grasp on his hips was dominant and commanding, and Kain easily surrendered to it. Drackey’s cock was thick and spread the wolf wide, instantly demanding that he pay utmost attention to it. Kain’s eyes fluttered and he squeezed tightly around the intrusive member and was lusciously rewarded in return as the dragon’s cock tensed and flared out, momentarily spreading him even further. His entire body, his whole being, was made to take cocks like this: he just knew it.

And as Drackey said, this was far from their first time. Every rut of the dragon’s penis in his tight cunt was like a sword sliding back into a well-used, familiar sheath. Even as the cock spread him wide and made him croon, echoes of the past, of the last time he had been bred by Drackey, threaded through him. Every surgent thrust rekindled old fires that had no business being far away; he quickly felt himself slipping back into a familiar rhythm. Drackey’s cock was built for him.

Perhaps realizing that his captive pup was paying more attention to the reptile behind him, Scylez tsked. “Well, you’ve done it well enough,” he said, reaching down to stroke his fingers through Kain’s fur and pull playfully on the ribbons that bound him. The wolf could only whine and shoot him pleading glances. “I figure it’s time to finally give you what you want.” And as Kain’s heart spiked with anticipation, Scylez thrust his dick in far, sliding along Kain’s tongue to nibble at the base of his throat—and then he pushed it even further.

Kain’s vision swam and his consciousness momentarily fluttered as he began to deepthroat. Even practiced as he was, the reflex of his throat to squeeze down around its intruder was omnipresent, and Kain indulged. Scylez rumbled out a low, happy sigh as Kain’s swallowing massaged his dick, and he idly massaged his fingers on the crown of Kain’s head. For Kain’s part, every swallow made him nearly buck with overstimulating feedback as his body tried desperately to process the cock in him.

The two reptiles had him for a half-minute or so, each of them rutting him in their own tempo, and Kain was content to ride it along—but then suddenly, they stopped. Rolling his eyes up to Scylez, he whimpered. The black-scaled raptor was smirking at Drackey.

“You know,” he said, “we may be rivals for now, but that doesn’t mean we can’t cooperate.”

“I agree,” Drackey replied. “Your tempo then?”

“Heh! Why not.”

Kain had only a few seconds to comprehend what was about to happen before his two paramours teamed up and began spitroasting him.

Scylez swung out of him, his cock sliding out of Kain’s throat so suddenly that the absence nearly made him rock; the tip of the raptor’s cock nestled against his tongue. At the exact same moment, Drackey’s own cock thundered in, spreading him wide and sending a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through him. The wolf had only a few seconds to process it before they repeated the actions in reverse; Scylez slammed back into his throat, parting it and making his eyes water as Drackey slipped out. Kain whined desperately through his nose, absolute ecstasy commanding every atom of his being.

The two reptiles kept it up, going faster, faster, never letting up—they matched tempo almost perfectly. Soon they were rawing Kain fast enough that they were slipping into and out of and into him again in scarcely a second. His body rocked with motion and he had completely surrendered even the pretense of doing anything other than ride this out. He shook back and forth, pushed and pulled by their motion and the hands that gripped his hips and head, and for a moment all that existed in the world were these two cocks and the promise of what they would give him. Sometimes when lucidity crept back into him he tried to swallow around Scylez or clench for Drackey and was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure, but such gestures were only momentary. They had to be.

Orgasm rushed him down like an avalanche sweeping a hill. It was unavoidable and unstoppable. It came over him and made him rock and shake and clench and moan. No one could have stood up to this onslaught without getting overwhelmed…

They fucked him through it, of course, and in the aftermath as well, every surge in his cunt and his throat made even more delicious by how they compounded on his overstimulated body. His sopping slit made lewd squelching noises as his juices were stirred up by Drackey. His orgasm left him so tender that even the lightest stroke made him shudder and roll from sheer delight.

After a few blissful, rough, lovely, desperate, hedonistic minutes of getting spitroasted by his two paramours through the aftershocks of orgasm, his body deliciously, absolutely ravaged, Kain’s throat cried out due to a change in treatment. Scylez had bucked in again and was now holding there.

His face tight and focused, the black-scaled raptor hissed. “‘S time,” he panted. “It’s—it’s—”

His words tumbled over each other into incoherence and he slammed deeper into Kain, holding there, and his cock tensed as he spurted his seed down into the wolf’s gullet. Kain gulped it down—he had little choice but to, not that he was complaining. Warm raptor cum splashed into his stomach, making him feel full and sleepy.

Drackey, meanwhile, was not far behind. The marigold drake grunted, slammed home a few times, and his cock pressed right up against Kain’s womb, the sensitive chamber squealing out in absolute delight—and then he, too, flooded him.

Dragon cum flushed into Kain and he felt full in an entirely different way as warm seed claimed his innermost reaches. He felt every spurt as his womb packed itself full of Drackey’s wet gift, and every gush sent recollections through him of the last time. Phantom sensations ghosted through him, reminding him of what it was like to be gravid with a clutch of eggs, bearing dragon whelps…

Whether Drackey would lay claim to him again or whether Scylez would win out, one thing remained certain: Kain would get knocked up a second time, guaranteed.

Oh, he couldn’t wait.

Scylez slid out of his mouth and Kain slumped over beatifically, a few lonesome trickles of cum seeping out of his mouth. He swallowed, trembling as a few last errant drops trickled down. Behind him, Drackey held solid for a few more minutes before he too squeezed out, mixed fluids seeping from him.

The three men rested for a while, communally regaining their breath, before Scylez rose with a smirk. “Of course, I don’t think it’s fair to give you too much of a head start,” he taunted. Drackey simply grinned.

Situating himself behind his waiting wolf, Scylez hefted his cock in his hand. It was already close to being fully erect once again. Kain pushed up against him, ass up and slit on display. It was messy with both his own juices and Drackey’s.

“This little game of ours,” Scylez said as he lined up his cock, “it’s like playing roulette… a breeding roulette. Whose children will you swell with?” The tip of his cock was tickling against Kain’s entrance, now; it was warm and wet against him. It invited him for more.

“Only one way to find out,” Drackey’s voice cascaded behind him.

Scylez smirked. “Only one way indeed.” He slipped his cock inside and heard Kain’s voice rise wordlessly.

The wolf’s tunnel was tight and delicious around him, and he bucked into him again and again, murmuring his appreciation. Despite Kain’s recent fucking by Drackey, his pussy was still viselike, and the wolf occasionally squeezed down around Scylez, the sensation tight and pleasurable. The raptor growled out appreciation, his tail twitching behind him.

Scylez quickly fell into a pleasant, reliable rhythm. Though not quite as breackneck as when he and Drackey had teamed up to spitroast Kain, it was still fast and confident. He hiked his hips in and out like a piston; the pleasure of feeling Kain compress his cock, only to break free and then have it compressed again, was like a symphony of delight.

He kept it up for a while, building his pace, feeling the kernel of arousal down in his loins start to bud into something bigger and stronger—he knew it was coming soon, the moment when he would flood Kain with his seed and knock him up. Assuming, of course, that he spun correctly on their little roulette…

As Scylez neared completion for Kain, slamming in faster and faster, another touch alit on his back and he gasped. Drackey was sidling up alongside him, spooning against him.

“Brave, letting me go first,” the dragon said, his eyes half lidded. His warmth was like a blanket against Scylez’s back; the raptor felt Drackey’s tail dip down and curl against his, the two appendages intertwining. “But then, you were always brave. It’s part of what I like about you… love, even.”

Scylez’s breath was hot, and not just for exertion. He and Drackey were competitors at the moment, but they had shared one another’s passions several times before. Games like this might come and go, but the true affection and union between them would remain…

Drackey’s cock settled into its familiar place against Scylez’s ass. “To think I get to taste both my favorite boys tonight,” he purred. “Who could have ever been so lucky.”

And then suddenly Scylez’s ass was getting fucked just as much as he himself was fucking Kain; he was sandwiched between the two men, a cock snugly warming itself inside of him just as much as he was entertaining himself inside of Kain. Drackey bucked and Scylez echoed the gesture despite himself, making Kain moan and sway from the action; and then the three of them quickly discovered a tempo, all of their bodies held close and rocking together as they diligently, passionately fucked, one after the other. Scylez gloried in the tightness of Kain’s hole even as Drackey’s cock nudged against his g-spot, sending a white-hot lance of ecstasy strobing through him.

As his ass kept getting pounded by Drackey, Scylez felt need and want build up in his chest; and then he was turning his head, pushing his muzzle towards Drackey’s. The dragon met him there, two mouths meeting as they kissed, loudly moaning as they pressed tongues against each other and delighted in one another’s taste. Scylez, not wanting Kain to feel left out, reached down to squeeze the inside of the wolf’s thigh before reaching up to stroke his sensitive clit; the wolf melted as he came for the second time that night. For his own part, Drackey pushed back against Scylez’s mouth, his tongue pressing in deep to probe at the back of his mouth in an imitation of deepthroating; and then Scylez tensed as a sudden flushing sensation filled him. He was being pumped full of Drackey’s cum, the liquid cracking through his ass like lightning.

And that proved to be too much for him; he came too, his seed shooting in to mix with Drackey’s in the fertile reaches of Kain’s womb. Finally, all three men satisfied with having played their little breeding game, they settled down on the floor of the chamber. Kain winced as Scylez popped free. Somewhat vague from the sheer stimulation of his recent fuckings, he reflected happily that between the two loads inside of him, he was definitely going to have a clutch.

As Kain thought on that, the two behind him cuddled and fucked more, scale-clad tails intertwining and claws playing about each other. They could be rivals later; for now, Drackey and Scylez had only one thing on their mind:

Each other.

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A few months later, Kain was so swollen he could barely move. He groaned from his place in the room—the same room he’d been in when this whole thing had started, in fact—with both Drackey and Scylez watching over him.

The dragon’s free hand was resting delicately on Kain’s tummy, sweeping over it with broad gestures and stoking the eggs within; his other hand clutched Scylez’s tight. The two reptiles had met their muzzles in a loud, sloppy kiss, long tongues twisting and knotting around each other and invading one another’s mouths to dance along sharp teeth and press against the roof of their mouths.

“They’re gonna be… s-soon…” Kain panted, feeling the eggs shift in his womb. From his previous experience bearing a clutch, he knew well what to expect, and the slow yet inexorable sensation of the eggs gradually rolling down in his gut, positioning themselves right over his snatch, was unmistakable. He’d start laying any day now.

Ever since the breeding day, his life had been one of sex and indulgence. Both Drackey and Scylez were happy to attend to him, each insistent that he carried their eggs in his tummy, and they fawned over his growing swell and displayed excitement when the first signs of excitement inevitably showed themselves: an ill feeling in the morning, a spike in appetite. Each reptile laid claim to him as well, fucking his mouth, his cunt, his ass. The days in which he took at least one cock far outnumbered the days he did not. They had been raw and dominant at first, but as his pregnancy had progressed, each reptile had dialed back his ferocity, fucking him with extra tenderness and care. Part of Kain missed how unrepentantly they’d rawed him, yet with how tender and sensitive he was, he appreciated the gentler touch.

“Y’know,” Scylez whispered to Drackey between loud, lewd slurps of their tongues, “maybe after Kain bears my eggs I’ll let you have another go at him so you don’t feel left out.” He reached down to the dragon’s thick erection and gripped it, making the other anthro tense.

“After he bears your eggs? You w-wish,” Drackey moaned back. “But I suppose I can extend the same offer in reverse. Once you—o-oh, fffuck—once you come to accept your f-failure, I’ll let you breed him if you’re lucky…”

The weight between his hips settled lower, and Kain grunted, panting and sweating as he readied to lay the clutch that was incubating inside of him. His two paramours were talking about him like he wasn’t even there, trading away the rights to his body, his very womb… it felt hot to know that both of them were ready to give him to the other. He was prepared to receive whomever was required of him.

Further dealing between the two reptiles was cut off as Kain tensed with a sharp and sudden gasp. As Drackey and Scylez parted, something wet splashed between Kain’s legs.

“It’s t-time,” he said in a voice so strained it was almost inaudible.

And then the laying began.

The first egg settled low inside of him and he sobbed as his innermost sanctum parted to allow it out. The egg couldn’t have been that large, all things considered—maybe half again the size of his clenched paw. But it stretched him unbelievably nevertheless, a strain so tight and commanding that his vision grew hazy and the world seemed to rock around him.

Kain was vaguely aware of both Scylez and Drackey holding him, of him whimpering as he fought to both keep consciousness and squeeze the egg out, and the heavy-shelled orb seemed to crawl inch by inch down his strained, sensitive tunnel.

His two partners were each supporting him, whispering platitudes and encouragement, and if he was too disjointed to understand exactly what they were saying or doing, he took strength from the sentiment nonetheless. Push by push, strain by strain, the egg gradually lowered its way down his birth canal, until…

He wheezed out a tight, high whine as he felt his cunt part about the egg. The stretch was beyond real, splitting far wider than any cock or toy could hope to lay claim to, and he had no choice but to bear down and ride it out.

As the egg slowly slipped out of him, Kain felt, impossibly, another settle into his birth canal, crossing the boundary from his fertile womb. “B-but,” he protested weakly, his voice so whispery that even he could scarcely hear it, “I h-haven’t even laid the first yet…”

Further protests died as the egg shouldered its way into his canal and he was besieged by the dual sensation of being stretched by two eggs at once. His vision flashed with starbursts of light and he risked losing even his very sense of self before the first egg squeezed free with a plop, giving him a breath of respite.

Scylez cradled the wolf’s head in his hands, letting him recline in his lap, and supported him as Drackey gingerly picked up the egg. It was strong-shelled and healthy, coated in a film of birth juice, and the dragon smirked down at it.

“Can’t tell whose this is,” he admitted. “Guess we’ll have to wait until they hatch before we know who the victor is.”

“Gives our poor pup some time to rest before he gets bred again,” Scylez agreed. “You hear that?” he asked, turning his attention to Kain. “You’re gonna have plenty of time to recuperate before we stuff you full of young again.”

Kain had no response except to whimper and keen as his second egg traveled down him, stretching him wide. Scylez smiled sympathetically and swept his hand over Kain’s stomach; the wolf’s tummy was stretched tight and wide with pregnancy, the eggs tangible as hard, irregular knots underneath the otherwise-smooth surface of his tummy. He could feel how tight he was; the poor pup’s tummy had barely any give even after two eggs had vacated it.

“We really did a number on you, huh?” Scylez asked as Kain popped his second egg free with a sharp gasp. The wolf sank his head back into Scylez’s touch, eyes focused on nothing as he corralled all that remained of his will into forcing the next egg into his tunnel. He vaguely heard the sound of Drackey picking up the second egg.

Two down, he thought deliriously. About a dozen or so to go…

When the laying was finally finished, Kain was huddled and at rest, a blanket covering him. (Both wolf and blanket would be thoroughly washed once he was more cogent.) For now, the two fathers-to-be were surveying the eggs with paternal pride. Each reptile was proud and confident, each certain that he had succeeded over his rival. And who could say? The egg patterns were a bit different, after all, and there were multiple of them; perhaps each had laid claim to part of Kain’s womb in the end, neither successful nor defeated.

To find out the truth was for later. For now, the eggs were piled happily on a cushion, and the two reptiles fell in with a smirk, clawed hands coursing over one another’s body and laying claim to tails, muscles, mouths. In the end, it didn’t really matter whose children were whose—Kain was nice and fertile, a perfectly breedable pup, and this was going to be far from the last time that either of them made his tummy swell.