“Oh for the love of… still? Come on girl, time to let …ungh!... go!” Yoren said, trying in vain to get a grip on the smooth plump labia hiding his knot.
The problem was that the moment he got them even a little loose a rush of warm lupine seed would leak and squirt, making the supple folds to slippery to grip. The girl still mooing gently as she drooled on the ground had a grip worthy of a proper bitch, and the hulking direwolf would have been content to let her savor the sensation of his knot grinding and throbbing against her g-spot if he didn’t have more pressing business. He was still trying to pull out without hurting the buxom bovine when a piping voice called out happily.
“Daddy look, I caught her!” Vasha said, beaming proudly, not only for having caught one of the cows who’d tried to run away, but for demonstrating her new subdual hold she’d dreamed up for use on ‘big girls’.
Most she was by no means a small one, being a 14 year old wolfess herself, but she inherited her mother’s petite build, at least compared to the lupine barbarian who’d sired her, and who’d fucked the remaining three cows into submission. The fourth had a funny expression on her noticeably wet muzzle, an expression changing with every wobbly step. The girl whose head barely even reached the bovine girl’s heavy breasts had one paw proudly on her hip, and the other hidden in the mino-girl’s pussy. 
Vasha was proud her little trick was working better than she could have hoped for. After sitting on the cow’s face long enough to get her breathless and disoriented, Vasha had folded her fingers together and easily worked her hand into the moaning bovine. But now she was spreading them open as far as the cow’s sex would accommodate and there was no way for the cow to break free of her very intimate hold. True, the panting bovine had made no attempt to break free, but Vasha still counted that as a win.
She’d expected her daddy to be proud, not only for her new trick but for capturing the remaining mino-girl before she could run away. The four cows were young women from a nearby minotaur tribe, ones that didn’t want calves quite yet but definitely wanted a male. They’d been thrilled to find a stud farm nearby since the stallions could satisfy but not impregnate them, but the owner was less than thrilled. The gnomish woman had some choice words about the girls sneaking in during the night and leaving her prize studs so exhausted and drained that even a mare in heat couldn’t rouse their interest come morning.
“I got no problem with the young bulls hoppin’ my fence for the same, ‘cause they don’t breed with horses and a mare in heat can never get enough, but I can’t have these slutty calves draining my studs dry!” she’d insisted, pointing to a magnificent stallion who seemed to be dozing on his hooves after a wild night.
They would have been easy to track even for non-lupines, since they left a clear trail of pearly-white drops as they skipped back to the nearby woods. And after they’d all been chastised they had led Vasha and her dad back to their tribe, where their parents apologized for their daughters’ behavior. The girls were given a year to decide on a mate, otherwise their mothers would start match-making. The stallions were once again mounting the mares, and it seemed that everyone was happy.
Except for her dad.
“I still don’t know what the big deal was. We finished the quest perfectly!” she said as they sat together looking at the flickering flames of their campfire.
“You can’t run off like that. I was stuck to that girl and couldn’t follow you. I couldn’t have helped you if you ran into trouble.”
“Ughhh, I was barely out of sight! I could even hear you muttering and the girls mooing…” Vasha insisted.
“Yes, and if you had cried for help I would have heard you and wouldn’t have been able to reach you in time. I know, those were just young cows out for some mischief and she wouldn’t have hurt you, but something else could have showed up while you were distracted.”
“Daddy, I’m not a little girl anymore! We’ve been adventuring for years now…” she moaned, but the older wolf interrupted.
“I’ve been adventuring for years, you’ve only been doing it for a few. And you’re good, you know you are. But you’re still young and inexperienced. By the time I’m feeling my years you’ll be a mighty shamaness, able to strike out on your own or with companions of your choice, but until then you can’t run off on your own. We’re invincible as a team, but not on our own.”
“Okay, I understand but… But what could possibly have happened, I was gone for fifteen minutes?”
“A dragon could have swooped down, snatched you and carried you away, disappearing against the horizon and leaving no trail I can follow. It might have taken me years to come and save you, and you would have spent that time imprisoned in the beasts lair, used when and as it wished…” the older wolf said, and Vasha hadn’t been able to come up with a reply to his grim scenario. It was obvious her daddy spent more time worrying about this sort of thing than she realized, and she’d let the matter rest…
*******
It had been almost a month later that the conversation - if not argument – she’d had with her dad came to Vasha’s mind. The reason was that they were in the process of fighting a dragon, and having a hard time of it. The umber-red wyrm roaring in his cavernous lair had started by abducting people, but soon after didn’t need to. There had been a steady stream of adventurers accepting an increasingly heavy purse for a rescue mission, and if the dragon wanted victims he no longer needed to leave his lair.
They worked in tandem, as always – Vasha using her magic to keep her hulking father safe and enhance the direwolf barbarian’s already legendary strength and endurance. As long as he could exhaust the snarling wyrm he’d be able to mount and subdue him. There was no doubt that the dragon would accept the terms of civilized combat, since they saw themselves as the most civilized creatures alive. That was why the wyrm wasn’t using his fiery breath, his powerful jaws or the saber-like claws, weapons to be used only if threatened with death, rather than defeat.
But the old drake was huge. His body alone was twice the size of a draft horse, and that wasn’t counting the long, powerful neck, the even longer prehensile tail, or the wings that when spread seemed to fill the large cavern. And the dragon was unlikely to hurt his prizes. He’d greeted them as such when they issued a challenge, saying how his daughter was due some new toys to play with. Vasha had spotted a much smaller shape flying to and fro near the caver’s ceiling, gold, slitted eyes carefully observing the battle, along with a number of non-dragons who watched blankly, clearly under some sort of spell. 
She hoped that with her magic helping him her father would simply outlast the dragon, but the wyrm must have seen through their plan. He beat his wings a single time, not enough to take flight but enough to send both her and her daddy sprawling back. Yoren hit the wall with a thud, but the magic armoring the lupine berserker ensured that the stone took more damage than he did. The wyrm’s tail lashed out, not at the wolf but at the rock above him. Loose shale rained down, burying the huge direwolf. Her father had almost dug his lower half free, but the delay had been long enough for the dragon to speak what were obviously words of power. Once the spell took hold her father stopped struggling, his eyes taking on the blank look of the dragon’s other prisoners.
“Daddy, no!” Vasha cried out, struggling to get to her feet only to find herself face to face with the wyrm.
The little she-wolf had heard stories about people getting caught by a dragon’s eyes, but as slitted eyes bigger than her fists bored into hers she felt powerless to move a single muscle, her upper body supported on her elbows as she stood frozen. The dragon kept his eyes on hers even as it advanced slowly, heat radiating off the scaled bulk as it covered her. The wolfess could barely summon the will to blink but even that didn’t break the spell-like hold the wyrm had on her. She was powerless, her mind to dazed to even try to cast a spell.
She became aware of a wetness soaking through her loincloth and wondered if she’d wet herself with fear, but when something hard grazed her mound she finally managed to tear her gaze away from the dragons’ only to be frozen by what she saw looking between them. Just as the scaled body crouched over her was twice the size of a draft stallion, so was the purple shaft sliding from the drake’s slit, the pre squirting from the tip explaining the wetness she felt between her legs as the tip advanced and sprayed the same hot liquid along her belly, into the wrap covering her breasts and finally her face.
“I don’t think my daughter will have much use for a little thing like you. Might as well have some fun myself before I send you on your way…” the dragon said in a rumbling voice that rang in the cavern.
The haunches lowered a little, enough to make the gigantic purple cock rest against the little lupine shamaness. The thing was so huge that Vasha was pinned under the hot, hard mass the dragon was now sliding up and down, savoring the friction of her fur against his mammoth member. Vasha doubted she could have wriggled free if she managed to try. The dragon’s gaze had held her motionless and the wyrm’s cock was no less mesmerizing. The weight of it, the heat coming off it had the lupine cub breathing hard as the dragon began to rut, rubbing himself against the tiny girl trapped under his monstrous girth.
He’ll be distracted when he comes. I’ll be soaked to the bone, but maybe I can get to daddy and break the spell holding him…
The idea was desperate but the best Vasha could come up with, so she just settled down and tried to catch her breath as the weight of the dragon’s cock slid up and down her nubile body. Her fur was already soaked, from her muzzle down to her loincloth, and if she was being honest, particularly under it. There was a surreal thrill I the knowledge that this log of a cock would soon enough erupt all over her, drenching her young body in a dragon’s seed. The massive reptile didn’t have a sack, but she’d spotted two hefty bulges just behind the slit his cock had emerged from.
	She craned her head up because at this point the finely tapered tip of the ridged cock was almost punching her in the muzzle, and she caught a glimpse of an upside-down face staring at her. The dragon’s daughter, much smaller than the monster hunched over her, was laying cat-like on a jut of rock, staring unashamedly at the spectacle of her father grinding himself against the tiny female trapped under him.
“Since I’ll be letting you go, little pup, I might as well use you to send a message to anyone who thinks they can steal my little girl’s toys…” the beast growled, his tone making the wolfess shudder as the bulk above her shifted.
She stared panic-stricken as the dragon maneuvered his tip between her legs, and the moment the tapered end had jabbed forward she was trying desperately to squirm away. A single draconic digit pressed her down, pinning her as she fought for breath. For a moment she was worried the dragon intended to actually mate her, and even with her healing magic she doubted her body could take that. The purple cock was thicker than the thighs it was parting, and yet the tip narrow enough to find and breach the folds of her sex.
To her relief the dragon froze there, not pushing another inch into her but also keeping her from getting away from the tip spearing her young cunny. She heard him take short, ragged breaths, and saw the muscles in the scaled abdomen flexing rhythmically. She wasn’t sure how, but she could tell the dragon was pushing himself closer to his climax, the tip her pussy was holding twitching as the whole purple rod throbbed.
The wyrm’s roar was deafening but the hot rush in her body drew her attention away from the ringing cry of triumph. It wasn’t scalding enough to harm her, but the dragon’s cum as hot as the water of a fresh hot bath. And like a bath that seems too hot to even dip a toe in, once it washed over her she felt tension melting away, all muscles relaxing except those in her loins. Even if it was just the tip, her lupine pussy was milking it, trying to draw in what the dragon was spraying with full force. The tapered point of the wyrm’s cock wasn’t enough to keep the excess in her quivering body, and soon Vasha felt a puddle form around her, thick and hot enough that she could see steam rising from the white mess.
As her orgasm faded she felt strange, more than could be ascribed to the heat of the cum that had just been pumped into her. It seemed to be doing something to her body, seeping in and making her insides tingle as if she was working her way up to an orgasm, instead of recovering from one. The dragon slithered back and trained his wicked eyes on her parted legs and the mess he’d made of her, while his daughter seemed to be craning her neck, trying to get as good a view as she could from her stony perch.
“Do you feel that, little pup? Do you feel my seed finding your eggs? You may not be able to bear a dragon’s hatchlings, but you will bear dragons’ eggs in you, a humiliating burden to remind you not to confront one of my kind ever again. Even your magic won’t help you rid yourself of it. But trying it will be sure to entertain anyone close by to see you.Now run along little pup, or I’ll make your own father add to the mess I’ve made…”
Vasha was still reeling from both the strange mating and the wyrm’s dire implications, but the idea of her daddy boing forced to cross that one line that was sacred to them both appalled her. She did her best to get up on wobbly legs, almost slipping in the puddle of hot seed as she ran away. Shame burned in her as much as the draconic cum leaking from her while she sprinted, but her daddy was right. They were strong as a team, and she was near powerless without him. He was just wrong about which one of them would wind up stolen by a dragon.
The wolfess reached the outdoors and after catching her breath started on the path down the mountain. She could make out the city of Meritea in the distance, and resolved to reach it, find adventurers to join her and rescue her father. While she walked, she felt heat still inside her, as well as a strange bloating that made her consider the wyrm’s dire proclamation…
*******
“Whoa, what did you do to her?” 
“I didn’t even do anything yet! I just grabbed her by the shoulders and the little slut… fuck, she’s really cumming isn’t she?” replied another one, male and as young as the first.
“Move away, I wanna see!” cried a girl in the group, not that Vasha expected sympathy from the fellow female. She was cumming, but not because of the dog-boy touching her. She’d tried to cast a spell, a simple charm to scare the street gang away from her, but even the simplest spells ended the same - with the eggs in her belly stirring, her magic flaring up and forcing an intense orgasm on her, too hard to concentrate through.
Vasha had learned that the city streets weren’t safe at night, especially for strangers. Her father had left some of their loot with the local money brokers, so the wolfess wasn’t starving, but rooms in the city were so expensive that she didn’t feel right spending money on them. If she couldn’t get her magic back she’d need to hire mercenaries to help rescue her daddy, and every copper would count. Sleeping outside wasn’t a problem for even a young direwolf, and as an adventurer most of her nights had been spent under an open sky, especially when the weather was fair like it was now. The city even had little parks scattered through it, but it seemed no matter where Vasha settled down to sleep she’d wake up with someone leering down at her nubile body. 
It seemed normal, and after she’d told a watchman he’d seemed concerned and offered her a place to sleep. But the place in question was the watch house and the wolfess had wound up spending a night getting passed around the barracks, expected to service the men and women coming off duty and looking to blow off some steam. Both the males and the females of the city watch used her to sate their needs and to relieve some stress until dawn broke and she was allowed to leave. After that, she took her chances on the streets. The ragged youths surrounding her were roughly her age, but without her magic she was no match for them and she knew that she wouldn’t actually be hurt as long as she did what they wanted.
“All right, wolf-girl, you know the drill. Open that pretty muzzle and start sucking. Heh, too bad you already have a bun in the oven. Bet you’d love me to pump some puppies in there…” the lop-eared mutt leered, stroking his shaft as he coaxed an impressive canine erection out of it.
“Xavier! You promised!” whined the only female in the group, a sleek furred bitch that looked related to the boy sticking his cock in Vasha’s ace.
“What? You’ll get to ride her muzzle, just wait your turn…”
“Yeah, but I don’t want some smelly boy-spooge on that muzzle when I ride it. Especially yours! What if it gets inside me and you wind up giving your own sister your pups, you creep?”
”All right, fine… I’ll just move right on to the main course…” the dog said, moving behind the still trembling she-wolf and yanking her tail up. Vasha winced as her loin cloth was flipped up, the slender dog-girl lifting the hem of her own tattered dress up to expose her slick sex. Her bother wasn’t even fully hard yet but was already sliding himself into the young dire-wolf’s sex while his sister griped the lupine teen’s head and pushed her into her crotch. Beyond the canine girl’s trim tummy she could make out two more boys, a rat that was almost licking his lips at the sight of her getting used by the siblings, and a donkey much younger than either of them, but still the most generously endowed. 
“And what did I tell you punks I’d do if I caught you prowling around here again?”
The voice wasn’t loud, but it was a deep, rumbling base that had every ears perked, and every eye turning to regard the massive bear standing, or more correctly looming over the assembled youths with thick arms crossed over a barrel chest. Vasha wasn’t sure what the bruin had promised to do, but she guessed it had something to do with the growing bulge in the huge male’s pants, the sight of which had the street urchins scrambling to get away. The boy behind her had yanked his cock out so quickly that it made Vasha wince, the smell of another girl’s pussy still filling her nose as she turned to watch the massive figure looking down at her with interest.
“So you’re the one I’ve been hearing about. The girl who took a dragon’s load?” he asked and Vasha just nodded. She’d spent enough time on these streets to know that the people lurking around at night weren’t likely to come to her rescue.
“Must be my lucky night. Yours too, pup. A fine piece of tail like you shouldn’t be getting passed around by some little runts. Now are you gonna be a good girl and let me show you what a real male feels like?” he said, and Vasha sprang while he was still reaching out. But the bruin was faster than his burly build would suggest, his grip on her shoulders stopping her dead.
“No? Well that’s okay. I have to admit, I kinda like bad girls better…” he said, pushing her against the wall of the little alley the urchins had cornered her in. He dropped his pants, releasing a thick ursine cock that was slowly growing hard. He had her pinned against the wall, and his grip on her head was firm enough that Vasha knew there was no getting out of this. She closed her eyes as her face was pushed into the hulking bear’s crotch, her nostrils flaring at the scent of a powerful, virile male. She allowed her body to work on instinct, every huff of ursine musk making this a little easier. She began to muzzle and lick the heavy testes her face was pushed into as the bruin’s tumescent shaft rested heavily across her muzzle. Pre leaked from the tip, smearing against her whiskers as the huge brute gave a low rumble o approvals, a sound so deep Vasha could feel it reverberating against the stone walls surrounding them. Her tongue was bathing the smooth, heavy sack and working up along his sheath and up the base of the ursine cock. She could see the dark-purple shat stir to life, the girthy length standing erect as a lupine tongue lovingly slid along the underside. 
By the time she’d reached he glans the bear was mussing her hair, and when her lips parted around the blunt tip, he didn’t waste he opportunity. Vasha’s jaw ached as her muzzle was invaded by the thick length of horny bear, ursine pre shooting into the back of her throat and making her cough and sputter around the cock plugging her mouth. The wolfess pushed her tongue out along the underside of the bruin’s meaty manhood making as much room in her muzzle as she could for the invader. She’d had longer males before, but the bear was thick, and the balls she’d been nuzzling her earlier looked heavy and full. The tip of his cock hi the back of her throat once her nose hit the fur just under his muscle gut.
“Nghhh, there’s a good girl. Get me nice and wet, and the next part’s gonna feel real nice for you..” the bear groaned, leaving little doubt about what he intended to do with her. He slowly pumped his thick cock in and out of Vasha’s muzzle for several minutes, the wolfess drooling around the throbbing shaft leaking down her throat and fighting the urge to sneeze as her nose was pressed again and again against the bruin’s thick fur. She wasn’t sure if the bear had changed his mind and if she’d be forced to choke down whatever those heavy nuts were holding, but with a groan the bruin pulled his shaft free, the head popping out as a thin sting of lupine saliva connected it briefly to the girl’s tongue.
“Now, let’s get a good look at you…” the bear rumbled, slipping his beefy paws under Vasha’s arms and lifting her up against the wall as if she were a doll. His thumbs moved, hooking under her wrap-around top and pulling it up until her swollen breasts plopped out, making the young wolfess wince. Her bust had grown along with her belly, and her usually perky breasts were uncomfortably tender now, enough to make her wince as the bear’s thumbs rolled against her nipples. They’d grown a little darker, turning rom pink to a rosy brown, a perfect color to accent the pearly white dribble even now leaking from her stiff tips.
“Full of milk, are ya girl? Well let’s see if we can’t fit a little more in…” the bear said, leering at the young wolf-bitch as he pressed his body against hers.
Vasha felt the heat of him engulfed her as the bruin’s bulk was pressed against her. With his thick fur, the bear wore no more than a pair of short, baggy pants, and she could feel her stiff nipples dig into the thick fur of the bruin. The fur was soft but the body under it was hard and heavy, powerful enough to let the bear do what he pleased with the nubile lupine teen, even with the extra weight she was carrying.
She felt the wet heat of his cock between her legs, the ursine glans pressing against her sex but failing to slip into the too-snug hole. She felt the bear lower her a little, letting her weight rest on his erection and letting his blunt tip push between her supple young folds. Vasha knew what was coming and managed to stifle a dog-like yipp as the big bear bucked his hips, driving at least half of his girth into the lupine cunny. She’d drooled all over him but it was still a tight fit, her body quivering as it struggled to accommodate the hulking male. The bruin groaned, the deep rumble resonating against Vasha’s chest as he slowly ground back and forth, mercifully easing the rest of himself into the clenching lupine sex. After all, the guards did little to battle these late-night encounters provided the assailant didn’t cause permanent harm to their victim.
With no real choice, Vasha wound her arms around the bears neck, since clinging to his body was more comfortable than being pressed against the hard cold stone at her back. The bruin rumbled with approval, using one hand to press her back against him while the other massive paw slid further down. His palm was big enough for her tush to almost rest in it, and the grip was sure to give the massive male some good leverage or what was to come.
Vasha pushed her face into the fur of the bear’s chest, trying to hide it from the people she knew would be peeping. She didn’t’ have her daddy, didn’t even have her magic and so she was helpless to stop this male, and many others from taking what they wanted. The bear was now doing just that, thrusting up with enough force to bounce her up and down on his thick erection, making that blunt glans jab against her cervix every time she slid down. The more he thrust the more he groaned and grumbled, the deep bass of his voice filling her body as surely as his erection. She felt her nipples leaking as the pressure of the male’s heavy body and the tickle of his thick fur teased them, the scent of her milk mixing with the sharp musk of a breeding bruin as it soaked into his fur.
He was being rough with her, but she knew that he was holding back. She could feel the muscles under the fur and knew that the hulking ursine could have made her scream her throat raw if he’d actually wanted to hurt her. As it was, all he cared about was draining the fat, heavy sack she could feel slapping against her, and the swollen-bellied wolf girl he’d come across was helping him do just that. And without her magic all she could do was take it, unable to stop him, and unable to heal herself if by resisting she angered him enough for the bruin to hurt her. He seemed pent up, and he wasn’t taking it slow, so at least it wouldn’t last much longer…
As the mating continued her body responded, the girl’s will withdrawing as she let what was going to happen anyway happen. She caught the wet slurps of a snug cunny clinging to a thick shaft, her own whimpers and the rumbling noises of the hulking male. His coat was thick enough to muffle her cry as she came, her body shuddering and her sex milking him. The bear could surely feel her orgasm, a suspicion proven by an increase in the force and speed of his thrusts.
With a final lunge he pressed her against the wall, driving the air from her lungs as the sheer mass of the muscular bruin engulfed her. The cock inside her twitched and throbbed a few times before the tip erupted, making the wolfess whimper as she felt her already bloated body accept everything those big heavy bear-nuts had to give. She clung to the big bruin with her muzzle buried in the thick fur smelling sharply of male rut as the brute continued to groan. Her cunny was still pulsing around the thick warm flesh softening within it, draining the last of the bear’s thick, sticky seed. When he slipped out the bear just hoisted her again setting her down on wobbly legs. Vasha had to steady her back against the wall to keep from falling down as thick white goo drooled from her gaping sex.
“Will you look at that…” he bruin said, admiring the two wet patches on his barrel chest, circles here Vasha’s milk had soaked into his fur. “Such a messy little slut you are. Next time I’ll be sure to empty those little puppy-tits before I fill you up” the bruin said, wiping his softening cock on the panting girl’s muzzle before striding casually away.
*******
Vasha spent a while just crouching and resting her back against the wall while the bear’s spunk drained from her slightly gaped pussy. After the mess stopped dripping, she noticed the black sky was starting to turn blue. She sighed, glad that at least the night was over and that she would be safe from molestation until sundown. She’d go around the taverns again, the inns and the emporiums catering to adventurers, and try to find someone who’d help her free her daddy from the dragon’s lair. The problem was that too many parties had gone there, and no one but her had returned. Even the money she had to offer wasn’t enough to entice would-be rescuers.
“E-excuse me…” came a timid voice to her left, and when the tired wolfess turned her face she was face-to-bulge with an obscenely tented pair of pants,  a pair too big for the slender otter wearing them and looking awkwardly at her.
“If you think that I’m going to just…” she began with a growl in her tone, offended by the fact that this boy seemed to expect her to just lift her tail for him. He wasn’t nearly big enough to overpower him, and might not be as old as she was.
“Wha… no, I wasn’t going to…” he began, but Vasha interrupted his stuttering.
“And you think this is going to impress a girl? Sticking something in your pants and shoving your crotch in her face? What have you got here, a gourd or something…” she said, reaching into his pants and gripping what she was sure was just a long thick vegetable. What her paw closed on was fleshy, and warm and… throbbing?
When the boy started groaning and grunting she drew her paw away, certain that she’d gripped too hard and hurt him. She only realized that it wasn’t the case when she saw the dark wet spot spreading rapidly across the otter-boy’s crotch. He was cumming, that oversized cock she’d griped was going off after just a few seconds of being held. She guessed that the boy must have been watching her get rutted by the bear and that the carnal scene had gotten him horny, but it was still baffling to watch someone writhe in climactic bliss at a mere touch of a paw. She waited, a little awkwardly, for the mustelid boy to catch his breath back and explain himself.
“S-sorry I made you… that I made a mess…” she said.
“No, I’m… this always happens. I was watching you and… but not because I… not to… you’re the girl who came down from the mountain? From the dragon’s cave?”
“Yes! That’s why I’m stuck with this…” she said, sulking as she pointed out her belly bulge and her still tender tits.
“I heard you were going around… trying to put together a party. I want to help!” he said, surprising Vasha.
“Uhhh, okay. Do you know someone who…” the wolfess began, because the bedraggled boy in front of he looked like just another urchin, and not an adventurer seasoned enough to consider raiding a dragon’s lair.
“No I… I only have my older brother and he… the dragon has him.” The otter said, looking down forlornly. “I grew up with him, living in the streets. He’s the only family I remember having… He heard stories about dragon hoards and went up there to try and snatch some of the treasure. A handful of gems that the beast wouldn’t even notice missing but that could buy us a home outside the city… but he never came back.”
“I… I’m sorry. I went there with my dad, to try and save the dragon’s prisoners. Only the drake took him and… and left me with this bump in my belly. Now I can’t even use my magic because when I try I just end up cumming.” She said. “I’m Vasha.”
“Tobias… but you can call me Tobi.” The otter said, extending his hand.
“So Tobi, what are your special talents. I mean apart from… that…” she said, pointing with her eyes at his crotch. His wet pants were sticking to the shaft under the fabric, a shaft  that looked ridiculously big on such a slender boy.
“Well I… I can move around quietly and without being seen, but… I…”
“What?” Vasha prompted the suddenly bashful Tobias.
“Get excited. When people thing they’re alone they tend to… do things, like touching themselves, adjusting their clothes… and just knowing that I can see them but they can’t see me gets me excited and then…” he said, pointing down at his crotch and the shaft that was swelling at the very notion of sneaking and spying.
“Yeah, I guess that is easy to spot…” Vasha said, noticing the way her eyes were drawn to the boy’s bulge.
“It gets so bad that I can’t keep quiet, can’t focus until I take care of it…”
“Take care of it? You mean right there and then? But wouldn’t the sound of you going ‘ungh, ungh, ungh…’ and ropes of spunk flying through the air kinda give away your hiding place?”
“Yeah, so I… uhh, I usually just do this…” the boy said, pulling his pants down, freeing his erection and sitting down.
Vasha saw that Tobi was not only endowed with a cock a colt his age would be happy with, but that he also had a very heavy, very snug looking sack between his legs. The whole shaft of the otter boy was smooth and a fleshy pink, with a rounded glans at the end of it. A glans that disappeared before the wolf-girl’s eyes as the boy opened his muzzle and pushed it down on his own erection. Vasha just stood there mute as the limber mustelid suckled on almost four inches of his own cock before she heard muffled moans and saw that heavy pouch start twitching. The way Tobi’s throat worked to swallow his gooey load made it clear that the boy had some experience doing this. He was quiet, but she wasn’t sure how practical this was since by the time he was done he wasn’t very steady on his feet and his two near-consecutive orgasms seemed to have tired him.
“I… I’m glad for your help, but I don’t think we have a chance like this.” She said, steadying the otter boy.
“I think… I think I know where we can get help. I tried but… but it will be easier with you to do the talking…”
*******
The Lady’s house, as Tobias named the temple, didn’t look very opulent, but it sat with a graceful beauty in the middle of a spacious square as if the other buildings were keeping a respectful distance. The white stone of the domed structure made it look pristine, and even the air around it seemed fresher and more wholesome than the rather distinct scent even clean cities had.
“So why didn’t you go here before?” Vasha asked the nervous otter tagging along.
“I did. But the priestesses… they all look very… and whenever I saw them my… problem acted up and I could barely speak to them. The few times I tried to they thought I was just desperate for… release. They help people with that too, so I’d just have a priestess sit me on her lap, cradle me against her breasts and stroke me until I finished. After that I always got embarrassed, mumbled a thank you and ran away.
The atrium took Vasha’s breath away, her ears perking at the tinkling sound of fountains, and she found her nose flaring as she took in the scent of incense. There were no services, and the space was filled sparsely by supplicants in silent prayer and acolytes going about their devotions.
Vasha corrected her assessment when a tall willowy snake noticed them and began to advance, smiling warmly as her long legs carried her with serpentine grace, the gossamer white robes with golden trim pressing against the flawless curves of her body.
“A warm welcome to both of you. But especially to you, my child. Or should I say, my sister...” the cream-scaled snake said, her hood fanning just a little as she graced the wolfess with a warm smile.
“I… greetings. I am a shamaness. A sort of priestess among my people.” Vasha said, while Tobias did his best to look away. The snake woman was stunningly beautiful, which must have been causing him some… problems.
“I know, young wolf. I feel the Goddess' radiance shining through you. You call her something like Mother Forest, am I correct?” the priestess asked in a warm and gentle tone that was instantly endearing.
“Y-yes! I didn't think anyone knew her this far into civilized lands…”
“She goes by many names and is venerated in different ways. In this temple we worship her as the Lady- the virgin who takes a mate, becomes a mother and then ages back into a maiden once again.” the snake explained.
Vasha had heard the same myth from the shamaness she’d studied with - that the mother grows young once again once her child has been weaned, once again taking on a body in the first flower of womanhood, ready to take a mate again. The serpentine priestess smiled again before addressing her again.
“You have started on the path to motherhood quite early, little sister. I assume you two are here to speak your vows before our Lady and have your little burden blessed?” she said, her tail snaking forward until the tip was brushing affectionately across the bump in Vasha’s belly while both she and Tobi blushed at the snake’s implication.
“N-no, we aren’t… I mean he isn't’ the…” the wolfess stammered before taking a claming breath before continuing. “It… I was attacked by a dragon…” Vasha began, aware of her own echo and reluctant to into the humiliating details where so many ears would hear. The mention of a dragon was enough to make the serpentine priestess’ smile drop.
“I understand. Come with me, my child, let us see how we can help you…”
*******
Gylda, who they found out was the head priestess of the temple listened patiently to the details pouring from the young wolfess once she got her and Tobias alone in her quarters. The snake listened patiently with a compassionate face, holding Vasha’s hand as the wolfess reached the part where she was forced to flee, abandoning her father in the wyrm’s lair.
“I know some of what has been done to you. The dragon couldn’t breed you, but the seed of a drake is not like that of most males. It is charged with magic, the magical energy that in normal mating would pass into the eggs and endow his hatchlings with the power that is a dragon’s birthright. When they want to be cruel, they’ll fill a female of a different species to force this humiliating state on her.” She said, placing a hand on the she-wolf’s bulging tummy.
“The eggs you are carrying hold no life – they will never hatch into little dragons, or wolf pups. They hold energy, like I said, and a great deal of it. That is why you’re having troubles with your spells. When you cast them you draw upon the power the Goddess has invested you with, but now you are also drawing on the reserve that dragon has left in you, and that is a great deal of power. You can’t channel it fast enough, and with the eggs being where they are the surge travels into your loins and gives you a powerful climax. No spell-caster can hold their concentration through one of those, and thus the magic fails.”
“But I have to be able to cast magic to have a chance of freeing my daddy!” Vasha almost whined. “Can’t you… get them out of me?”
“Unfortunately no, but I will ask around. In the meantime, I invite you both to stay as our guests. While we search for a solution, we can at least help you bear your burden with more ease.”
“W-what do you mean?” Vasha asked, glad for any help.
“Your body thinks that it’s pregnant, and we can at least help with that. Many young mothers come to us when their bellies start to round out and we teach them exercises to help them strengthen muscles, massage their sore backs… we also teach them how to express milk, to avoid painful swelling…” Gylda said, gently cupping one of Vasha’s tender teats as the wolves winced a little at the touch.
“Do not worry, little sister, I’ll make sure you’re in good hands…”
*******
It was clear from first glance that Orla would be the ideal teacher for Vasha on how to bear the burden of motherhood, or at least how to deal with swollen breasts and a bulging belly. The ewe seemed to have a permanent warm smile, and she looked amazing with a thin white robe straining around a generous figure of the same snowy hue. The ewe’s fleece was cropped very short, with bracelet and anklet strips left, as well as the cascade of white curls falling from her head, so thick that her big ears barely peeked through. Vasha doubted she was pregnant at the moment, but there was no doubt that she’d had children, nor that her body was made to bring life into this world. 
The robes the sisters wore hung off-the-shoulder, the strips of cloth covering their breasts meeting behind the woman’s neck, and as such they looked like they were straining to hold in the ewe’s snow-white bosom. Her belly looked a little soft but her hips flared in such a manner that she still had an hourglass figure
She’d expressed her pleasure of meeting her “little woodland sister” and had in fact recognized Tobias who was trying desperately to hide the erection the ewe’s body couldn’t fail but cause.
“Oh, I remember you! You’re our messy boy!”
Hearing that name, Vasha couldn’t help but prod her for the story that must be behind such a moniker.
“I’d heard some of the acolytes talking about a boy, very very shy, trying to talk to them. Well, they are trained to ease tensions of a certain kind, and little… Tobias is it? Well little Tobias was just that kind of tense, and so well-endowed that the young sisters couldn’t help but get involved. They would drop to their knees, grip the boy’s erection and without fail catch rope upon steamy rope or spurting young cum. While they were recovering from the shock, the boy would run off, mumbling apologies.” she said, beaming at the blushing boy before picking up the story.
“Well, acolytes will often come up with the silliest bits of gossip, but lo and behold one day I ran into a very shy, very tense boy. I saw him struck by the sight of my bosom, so I ushered him to a padded bench, sat him down in my lap, cradled him in the crook of one arm and I exposed my breast to him. Naturally he began to suckle, and even though I could tell by how his loose clothes were tenting I let him drink his fill first. I never interrupt a child while they’re feeding, no matter the age, but once my nipple slipped from his muzzle I reached down, uncovered a magnificent young cock and was about to sate Tobi’s other needs. A good squeeze and less than half a dozen strokes later I had this boy burying his face in my tit as he started shooting. By the Lady, that was a sight - big pearly ropes arcing through the air, spraying me all over my face until I managed to aim it at my bosom. I felt almost a sinner for letting such a bounty soak into my fur, and was about to ask Tobi if he had more to give when he suddenly became flustered and squirmed away.
“I’m… I’m sorry.” Tobias said, not daring to look at the bubbly ewe.
“Don’t be my little darling, you shared with me the gift our Lady has given you.”
“It’s… I mean I’m grateful for… uhm... how much I was given. But I get turned on so easily and then the moment I’m touched a little I tend to…”
“You’re still young sweetling. You’ll learn how to use your gift, and both you and those around you will have joy of it I’m sure…”
Tobi accepted her assurance with some reluctance, and had taken enough of a liking to Orla that he was even now with them, for the first of Vasha’s classes. Even though she’d been given an acolyte’s robes, both she and the ewe were nude as they sat on opposite sides of a small table with a silvery basin between them. The ewe leaned forward, resting her hands on Vasha’s side of the table and letting her breasts hang down towards the dish.
“Now take each of my nipples and try giving them a little tug. A little firmer than that, don’t worry that your pretty little hands will do more harm than a lamb’s growing teeth would. There, now give it a pinch as you tug it down… oooh, there we go!” the ewe cooed, her ears flicking as a strong white stream squirted against the thin metal of the dish. “Good, now just get into a rhythm, left then right left then right… mmmmhhh, you have such delightful little paws. You don’t mind the noise, do you? Some sisters prefer to use glazed clay dishes for this, but the ring of my milk against the metal has such a happy, soothing sound…” the ewe insisted, and the wolfess milking her agreed. There’s something almost musical about the sound the streams of Orla’s milk made as a small pool slowly built in the middle of the big silver bowl.
“Are you expecting?” Vasha asked, mesmerized by the feel of the ewe’s heavy breasts as she worked to relieve her of her burden.
“Not for lack of trying!” the ewe joked “I have never stopped producing since my firstborn, a blessing from the Lady and a boon to the temple. Mother's milk is healthful in of itself, but it is the base or all of the healing potions our temple makes.. Of course it is best from the source. Lips that close around a leaky nipple always seem to end up smiling a little… And a bit of discomfort is surely worth that. And since Tobias is here, he can help really get my milk flowing. The ewe said.  Vasha saw Orla shifting her impressive hips, pushing her rear out on the stool she was sitting on and gesturing for the young otter to take his place behind her. The view, judging by Tobi’s face, left little doubt about what was expected of him, or how he felt about it.
“Don’t worry about finishing too fast, I’m nothing if not patient. But make sure that after you fill me you keep that lovely thing sheathed deep inside where it’s nice and warm…” the ewe said.
The otter boy's hands looked comical as they settled on the flared hips of the ewe, but Orla’s expression as he entered her proved that other parts of the boy weren’t as undersized. Vasha kept milking the woman as she read the face the same color as the growing pool in the silver basin.
Orla closed her eyes and smiled as the first few inches of the otter sank into her, opened her eyes wide in surprise as the boy’s prodigious cock reached places many grown men would have had trouble finding, and finally growing lidded as he ewe’s full lips parted while the motherly priestess cooed slow and low.
“Ooohhh, the lady has been quite generous with you. Go on little one, just listen to your body and let it set the pace…” the ewe crooned, her ears flicking in the mass of white curls as Tobias began to pull out of her.
Having a boy in her really was helping Orla express her milk, the streams coaxed by Vasha’s fingers squirting sharply into the bowl, raising little pearly bubbles against the rippling whiteness of the ewe’s milk. As Tobias began to hump into her Vasha could see and feel the ewe’s heavy breasts bouncing, but her grip was firm and she kept tugging the priestess’ nipples as instructed, expecting any moment to hear Tobi grunt and shudder.
To her surprise it took the boy several minutes of humping, slapping his skinny hips against the rippling glory of Orla’s behind before fingers dug into her hips and the otter grew still. Blushing as the woman she was milking gasped and cooed while taking the young boy’s load, she wondered if her kind motherly words had helped her new friend with his chronic lack of stamina. The ewe’s sex must have been a delight of wet, clinging tightness, too much for a boy who tended to get set off even by gentle stroking.
“Ooooohhh, I remember this. Mhhh, so much nicer now that I get to keep it instead of seeing it wasted splattering all about. Oooh, if you were a ram, or at least some sort of caprine, I’d be looking forward to a fluffy little lamb. A mustelid is probably a little too far removed for me to get my hopes up, but don’t let that keep you from trying…
And Tobias did just that. Again, again and to the surprise of both females again! By the time he was starting on his last rut, Orla had been milked and was helping Vasha wih her own teats. Her hoof-nailed fingers weren’t as small and nimble as Vasha’s, but they were experienced and gentle. The little wolfess knew her budding breasts could leak, but she was surprised to see them squirt under the expert ministrations of the motherly ewe. The thin streams of her milk were mixing as Orla’s, the sound they made eclipsed by the churning noises coming from behind the ewe. Vasha was moaning along with Orla as the gentle tugs and pulls on her teenage teats relieved the swelling in her chest while at the same time reminding the little lupine of other needs. She didn’t have nearly as much milk as the older priestess, but she could tell her still modest bosom had made a contribution. With a final groan, the bleary-eyed Tobias pulled away from the ewe with a sigh and a splatter.
“Goodness, this must be the first time I finished with more milk than I started!” the ewe chirped, happily examining the mess Tobi had made of her sex. “Now come here little ones, there’s always a bit that fingers that just can’t coax out. Come on, one each, don’t be shy…”
The two teens didn’t need to be told twice, and a second later they were nursing with their heads side by side, muzzles pressing into the pillowy flesh of Orla’s breasts. The priestess slid a hand down Vasha’s rump and the wolfess raised her tail and murred around the ovine nipple as the ewe’s fingers dipped into her honeypot and skillfully went to work. What surprised her was familiar noise from Tobias, and a side-ways glance told her that Orla didn’t like playing favorites. Even after sating himself in the priestess’ now sloppy sex the boy didn’t seem to mind skilled, gentle fingers working the same way under his tail as they were between Vasha’s plump folds. As the motherly priestess hummed, the two of them melted against her, helping relieve her of the last of her milky burden.
*******
Vasha and Tobias were given a room in the temple’s dormitory, special guests of High Priestess Gylda herself. The snake had promised to ask around for someone who could help them, especially with Vasha’s unusual condition, and meanwhile the two helped out the acolytes. Apart from donating her milk to the temple, Vasha worked alongside Tobias and some of the younger girls in the temple’s bathhouse. The waters of the Lady’s House were famed for their ability to restore the body and soul to full health, helped by attentive youths in the Lady’s service.
They’d massaged wary travelers and tired adventurers, bathed them and more often than not helped them release any tension. Between her own fingers and eager muzzles, Vasha no longer had to worry about her breasts swelling with milk, and Tobias was kept busy by both female guests pleasantly surprised to see a boy serving in the Lady’s House, as well as a number of males. It was tiring work, but the two of them would always finish the day with a soak in a warm pool before going to sleep in a clean and safe room. It had taken Gylda almost a week to make arrangements, and as comfortable as they felt in the temple they were eager to free their loved ones from the dragon. The first stop would be a mage the serpentine priestess assured them would be able to divine a solution to their respective problems…
*******
As Vasha and Tobias descended the stairs to the magicians workshop the wolfess was surprised not of encounter the chill cool characteristic for such underground chambers. Even before they opened the door the air was warm and hinted at both incense and various exotic ingredients. Vasha took hold of the knocker shaped like a serpent eating its own tail and gave it a few knocks.
“Coming!” came the reply, a raised feminine voice, and the two teens arrayed themselves and waited for it to open.
“Are you-oough deaf!? I’m cumming, the fucking door’s open so just –ngh!- let yourselves in!” the voice cried out, leaving little doubt that the speaker was indeed close and unwilling to stop what she was doing just to play the role of doorman.
Both colors and smells washed over the pair as they entered the sorceress’ workshop. The old stonework walls had been set with crystals and polished stones of various types, some of the casting soft, multi-hued lights while other’s just reflected them in their many facets. Shades of pink and violet dominated, with a scattering of cold blue and warm orange. The sorceress was easy to spot as she grunted and yowled with a nimble feline paw buried between her legs and pumping busily.
The black cat was reclining, or rather sunk half into a curious piece of furniture. It looked like someone had made a huge ball out of leather, and then filled it only half way. The black cat’s slender legs were spread and kicked up in the air, giving Vasha and Tobi a nice view of feline toes flexing and curling as the cat’s face crunched up and her ears folded back. The mage yowled as throatily as an alley cat in heat as the toned limbs finally tensed, her white teeth flashing against a black-furred face as she held both paws against her crotch.
She could see Tobias already showing a tent and trying not to squirm as the frisky feline panted, her chest rising and falling and drawing attention to a pair of pert and barely covered breasts. The cat wore vary little, patches of fabric covering her nipples and one garment that had probably been just big enough to cover her slit before she’d pushed it away. Narrow bands were woven around her arms and legs, all of it in some sort of thin, clingy material that Vasha guessed looked silver under normal light. In this room it only reflected the myriad glows, giving the cat a distinctly esoteric look.
Even though she’d just climaxed, the moment the cat’s eyes opened the yellow orbs focused keenly, pupils narrowing into slits as she inspected her guests. A moment later the feline pulled away her hands, one of them holding a peculiar object still glistening with the she-cat’s honey. The handle of the thing looked silver, but the stone on the end was shaped like a large goose-egg and was glowing with a bright magenta light all its own. As the cat inspected it, the light seemed to pulse in the same rhythm her sex had while the thing was buried in it.
“Coming along nicely. In a month or so it will be good enough to power a staff…” the cat said, moving the silver flap over her drenched sex before setting the still glistening stone on her workbench.
“Uhhh, we were told to come here by the head priestess at…” Vasha began, but the black cat cut her off.
“I know, Gylda called ahead. I was worried that she might have been teasing me. She knows how long I’ve waited for a chance to study a curse-clutch.” The cat said, her long tail twisting behind her as she approached the pair. “And you’re the messy boy, aren’t you?” she said, making Tobi’s cheeks burn and making Vasha wonder just how far the name the priestesses had given the otter boy had spread.
“What do you mean by curse-clutch?” Vasha asked, trying not to sound worried.
“Don’t let it scare you, it’s just the folksy expression for your condition. I am of the opinion that too much magic can’t be a curse, and that is what you are carrying. I have to admit, I have toyed with the idea of fighting a male dragon and ‘loosing’ on purpose just to get a belly like that myself…” the cat said, walking up to the young wolf. She seemed fairly young, and despite womanly curves her build was quite petite, but she carried herself with a confidence that had nothing to do with size. She laid a hand on the she-wolf’s bulge, pressing gently and making Vasha gasp as the eggs shifted a little inside her.
“B-but you wouldn’t be able to cast spells…”  the wolfess said.
“Not without something to compensate for the surges the eggs cause. Are they as… powerful as they say?” she asked, eyes glinting with feline curiosity. “No, don’t answer, I’m going to see for myself anyway. But there’s more to being a wizard than spell casting. As you’ve seen I have mastered a way of storing some of my excess energy…” she said, pointing with her tail at the workbench and the curious objects scattered on it, some of them quite obviously shaped for comfortable insertion.
“Of course, the real boon would be in finding a way to lay the eggs!”
“But Mistress Gylda said that they can’t be…”
“They won’t hatch, yes, and worse yet you’re a mammal. Our bodies won’t expel our young until the life within shows signs that it is grown enough to be born. Even normal eggs can’t do that but what’s in here is very much abnormal. There are theories that if you could lay the eggs they would release their power instantly, and that miraculous feats of magic with that sort of power. But for now, we’ll try and work out a way for you to just function with them.” The cat said, picking up a thin piece of flat wood with sheets of paper clipped to the top of it. She held out a hand and a quill floated up into it, the golden tip glowing as she scratched away at the paper without involving any ink.
“Right, that will do for preliminary observations. Now my methods are unorthodox, but I assure you nobody else knows as much about your condition. And I also think I’m ideally suited to helping your not so little friend over here. But you both have to do exactly as I say, without question. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mistress…” Vasha said, waiting for the cat’s actual name.
“Vyla. And my assistant is Ophid. Ophid baby, come say high to our guests…” she cooed, her voice strangely sweet as she summoned her aide.
The sound of scales on stone was subtle and even Vasha’s keen lupine ears had to swivel just to catch it.
“Don’t worry, Ophid is my familiar and very well behaved. He’s also quite a rare species with some unique characteristics. He’ll help me get a better idea of your condition, but he’ll have to get very close to you in order to do it, so just relax..” the cat said as the snake descended and slithered along the floor.
His scales blended into the stonework and while his body was sinuous and smooth he did have two tiny horns above each nostril that still somehow gave him an intimidating look. With a snake’s lazy grace he wound his way up one of the naked wolfess’ legs, twisting and turning in such a way to bring his head close to the girl’s sex. The tongue that flicked out was black as anthracite, the prongs tickling the little wolfess’ sex and making her gasp as the gentle, teasing lash against the smooth pink folds.
“See, he likes you! Now as for... Tobias, is it? I’ll need to assess your little problem myself, so while I take notes you get behind me and demonstrate…” the black cat said, pulling aside the skimpy silver garment just barely covering her sex.
“D-demonstrate?'' Tobi asked, his voice shaking as he divided his attention between the snake tasting his friend’s cunny and the slinky feline thrusting her behind out and lifting her tail.
“Yes, get behind there and start thrusting. After you’re done just stay inside me and when you feel ready do it all over again, and again until I tell you to stop.”
The cat was scratching away with her quill and paying close attention to Vasha and her familiar, not even sparing a glance at the ridiculous bulge in Tobi’s pants. The slitted eyes crossed for a moment and the tail the otter boy was gripping puffed up as Tobias sheathed a lot more than Vyla had been expecting in one smooth stroke, grunting as the cat’s sloppy but tight sex fitted itself snuggly around him.
Ophid seemed quite curious about the wolfess’ sex, his head now nestled between her slender thighs as his forked tongue pushed past her folds. For such a slender thing it was quite strong and it kept flicking even with Vasha’s cunny clenching around it. The huge snake pushed deeper, pressing his scaly mouth against the lupine labia and making the girl gasp as her clit settled almost perfectly in the gap between the tiny horns on his muzzle.
The girl could see Vyla writing busily even as Tobi held her hips and humped into her, obviously not far from his first climax. The wolfess was almost surprised when Ophid pulled away from her sex because she was quite close to her own peak and had been sure the snake would get her off. The long serpentine body wound around her, gentle but with an obvious, almost scary strength.
The scaled body coiled around her like she was his prey, and in her aroused state the fear of being at the cold-blooded reptile’s mercy was rutting Vasha in a very funny mood. A grunt from Tobi and a gasp from the cat he was buried in brought her attention to the black feline who was obviously surprised by the otter's load. The rumors she’d heard were proven too as Tobias held her pert behind, groaning as he emptied those oversized nuts into the slinky cat. The sound of seed spurting around his girthy length rang in the stone room, as did the splatter of the milky goo escaping the feline’s stuffed sex.
But Vyla’s attention soon shifted back to the she-wolf, now in the coils of her familiar. Ophid had wound himself considerately, leaving Vasha’s bulging belly and swollen breasts exposed as his face reached her and he began to flick his tongue as if trying to taste her breath. The body rubbed against hers as it moved, the serpentine loops above and under her breasts squeezing her mounds just a little, but enough to make pearly droplets form on stiff nipples. Vyla’s eyes went wise and her ears perked, the expression cats adopted when seeing a small bird, a rodent... or milk. The cat stopped writing and took a step closer, towing the otter boy still buried in her and clinging to her shapely ass. She bent close enough for Vasha to feel her breath, the slitted eyes crossing as Vyla focused on the stiff lupine nipple with its pearly dewdrops.
The cat’s tongue was tiny, her flick gentle but the raspy surface still made the wolfess gasp. Her nipple stiffened even further, giving up a steady dribble of the young she-wolf’s milk to the cat’s eager tongue. Vyla was purring softly, licking and nuzzling the stiff, leaky bub, getting smears of milk on her pert nose and along her whiskers. She turned to Vasha’s other breast and gave it the same teasing treatment as her familiar continued to coil.
True to Vyla’s word the snake was gentle, but the power in the serpentine body now wound all the way around her made her anxious. Ophid could, if he had a mind to, crush the life out of her in a second, but the snake seemed more interested in flicking his tongue against Vasha’s ears, making them flick in turn as the prongs tickled her tips.
Having seemingly sated her thirst for a lupine girl’s gasps and the image of stiff milky nipples, Vyla was about to slake a more literal thirst. She took a hard, leaky nub between her lips, her back muzzle closing as the purrs started traveling up the flesh of Vasha’s mound, seemingly reverberating in her own chest. The sight of it had Tobias hard enough to start thrusting, his squelching noises joining in the serpentine hiss and the cat’s purrs to fill the cellar with a peculiar symphony. And while it was a relief to feel her milk flow from her swollen teats, Vasha found herself trying to squirm in vain in the huge snake’s coils as other needs asserted themselves. Tobi was gasping, his shaft sensitive after his first climax even though the cat he was humping into was as slippery as could be. His thrusts pushed Vyla’s face just a little into the wolfess breast each time, the feline tongue teasing every drop it could get from her young mound before the cat switched.
Scaled coils shifted and a moment later Vasha felt the tip of Ophid’s tail sliding between her cheeks, and then between her legs. The cold, smooth scaled barely grazed her folds, the tip peeking through just as something more substantial prodded between her buttocks. She was worried where the tip was going but the hissing serpent seemed to know the difference between tail and cunny. When the wet tip brushed against her lips the wolfess held her breath, undeniably eager for the plunge she expected wondering if Ophid would claim her with a smooth slither or if he would thrust in with the force of a striking snake.
She whimpered when the glistening shaft did neither and slid forward and away from her sex, and froze again as she felt the same prodding once again against her tush. She could clearly see the snake’s member now - a bumpy-looking shaft that must have been a pale pink but that took on purplish tones in the strange pulsing light. And yet even as he saw that serpentine shaft she felt another one carefully slide along until it was poised to enter her by now dripping sex.
“Don’t resist. He’ll need to probe you, so to speak, so I can learn what I need to know…” Vyla said, licking wolf-milk off her lips as Tobi grunted and ground against her, filling the cat with his second load already. His last one apparently, as the otter stepped back on wobbly legs, his glistening shaft growing soft in spite of the view in front of him.
Vasha was about to say that she had no intention of resisting even if she could, but the prod and push of Ophid’s cock into her steamy young sex replaced her words with a high, drawn-out moan. It was slow, and graceful, and thick and curiously textured. Scales shifted around her body, a barely perceivable squeeze that was more like the embrace of a strong, dominant lover asserting himself as he claimed a nervous young female.
It didn’t take Ophid long to sheathe himself in, and the serpent wasted no time. In fluid movements he pushed his cock in and out of the whimpering wolfess, flicking her tongue against her muzzle and seemingly trying to taste her breath as Vasha panted. It was surreal to watch one of the male’s cock leak and twitch in perfect unison to the one snugly buried in her cunny, o feel her lover coiled all around her, engulfing her body as surely as she engulfed his cock.
His motion was methodical, not at all like an animal seeking simply to breed. Vasha wanted release but the snake seemed to be working on some different orders, keeping the wolfess on the edge giving her just enough to keep her moaning and whimpering. Vyla watched it all while presenting to the otter behind her, stirring the mess he made and wondering if he had any more in him. Cum gushed from her sex and stained the black fur of her legs as she straightened and examined her familiar and the little wolfess in its coils.
Vasha was surprised to see the cat move up, press against them and slide her hips down until her messy slit was aimed at the snake’s “spare” shaft. Ophid hissed as his mistress took him, the feline hissing in pleasure as her pussy swallowed the serpent’s cock. She allowed the snake to thrust into her at the same lazy pace he was using on Vasha for several minutes before finally addressing the wolfess.
“Now, cast a spell…”
“W-wha… I-I can’t, I’m…” the wolfess whimpered, desperate or release.
“I know, you will fail, but I will learn much. Just something simple, conjure a light.”
Vasha strained to concentrate, to call up on her magic even with her reason clouded by the snake’s thrusts. The moment she did she felt her burden stir, felt the surge of draconic magic break her tentative hold and push her over. Through lidded eyes she saw Vyla caught up on the same wave, the cat’s tail twisting behind her as she yowled through a climax. Ophid hissed and she was aware, albeit through a fog, of the shaft in her cunny throbbing, pumping her quivering body full of the serpent’s seed. She could tell the cat pressing against her was experiencing the same thing as the black muzzle pressed up against hers, the wolfess tasting a bit of her milk on the raspy feline tongue swirling against hers. When the serpentine body began to shift she looked down to see Ophid’s twin shafts emerge, strings of slimy seed connecting each tip to the slit it had just finished seeding. While the snake unwound from her, the cat grabbed the clip and began to scratch away furiously at the paper. Multi-colored sparks flew from the tip of the magic quill as the panting feline worked in a frenzy, committing whatever revelation the strange ritual had given her to paper..
“There. This should do…” she said, showing Vasha the sheets. Her writing was cramped but the lines were neat, describing the two items, the materials and measurements as well as the magical formulae for the enchantments. The robe sketched out in one corner must be for her, while the solution to Tobias’ problem seemed to be a peculiar device consisting of two rings joined at one side. “If you’re lacking in funds, I know an enchanter who might be willing to give you a good discount just to see these things in use. Interested?” the cat asked as the seed of both her familiar and the spent otter boy dripped from between her parted legs. Vasha was still trying to catch her breath so she just nodded, hoping the gear would work…
*******

“And there we go… how does that feel” asked the stocky stallion, still on one knee after having helped Vasha into her new robe. It was very pretty, done in a style similar to what the priestesses of the Lady’s House wore. Light white fabric with gold-thread runes embroidered on the edges, slit from her sternum and gathered back up under her bulging belly with a silver chain. The moment she’d put it on the wolfess could feel the weight of her draconic burden vanish, even though the belly-bump her new garment left bare looked as big as ever. The strips of fabric supporting her swollen breasts were also slit, exposing her nipples and much of her darkened areolae, making sure she wouldn’t leak into the beautiful garment and that she could milk herself without taking it off.
“I… I feel a lot more comfortable…” she said, aware that she wasn’t the only one admiring her new robe.
“Well we’ll test the other enchantments soon enough. Now four your young man here…” the stallion said holding up what he’d made for Tobias. She knew from a moment ago that the stallion’s hoof-nailed fingers were surprisingly limber and gentle, which was a good thing consider the parts of the otter he was touching. The device that looked like two silver ring joined at an angle, both of which had clasps and were even now being closed. One around Tobi’s shaft, and one just above the otter’s prodigious testes. The stallion took a moment to admire his handiwork, and to check if the device was likely to come loose. “Comfortable?” the stocky male asked, and Tobi gave a nod as he blushed through his fur.
Rather than make you less prone to arousal, this device will essentially remove your refractory period. Your orgasm will no longer daze and drain you, and you will be able to maintain an erection until these…” he said, cupping the boy’s heavy sack. A difficult feat, but the stallion had quite a large hand. “...are well and truly drained. Now you’ve been told that as part of the payment I’ll get to help you test these out, so we’ll start with Vasha. While we do, I want you to watch, but without touching yourself. I want you as pent up as possible for when your turn comes.”
Vasha had to admit she was eager and anxious to test her new garment, and not just for the obvious reason. Victor, the artificer that had furnished them with these little artefacts was a pony, but a very… robust one. His fur was the color of ripe wheat, with white feathering along his wrists and ankles. Vasha wondered if it would tickle. The stallion guided her to a by now familiar leather sack. The same one as she’d seen in Vyla’s lab, the soft mounds of leather half-stuffed with woodchips were apparently a new sort of chair.
“Now let’s try something simple. Just lie back on that and try to levitate. It will cushion your fall if you don’t get it on the first try...” Victor said, slipping out of his pants and revealing a mottled equine shaft snaking down between his powerful legs.
Vasha reached out for her magic, felt it respond and almost surge. The eggs in her belly seemed to buzz, but the runes along the edges began to glow, seemingly dispersing the excess magic as her body rose into the air. The wolfess smiled as she finally got a grip on her power, the first step in freeing her daddy from the dragon.
“Very good. Now let’s give it a stress test. See how you do when your concentration is challenged... But first, how about you wet me down a little?” Victor asked, looking at his stiffening erection, and then at the nipples on Vasha’s chest, bare and showing white droplets. The wolfess spun a little in mid-air before she was poised over the stallion’s shaft. Remembering Orla’s lessons she squeezed and tweaked, moaning softly as thin white streams shot from her bosom and rained on the twitching equine cock. The stocky stallion’s hand wrapped around his meaty length, rubbing the sweet-smelling milk into the pink-and-brown flesh.
After she’d drained some of the pressure and the pony stud had milk dripping own his smooth sack she leaned back, sill floating several feet in the air. The pony grasped her hips, the folds of her robe conveniently falling down to either side and exposing her sex. Her pussy was already wet at the prospect of a burly male rutting it, and her milk was still glistening on the mottled cock poised to enter her. The flare dimpled her folds, threatening to slip away when her body yielded to gentle pressure and allowed the stud to sink his tip in. Victor snorted at her tightness, not bothering to actually push in and just sliding the floating teen back, inch by thick inch. Vasha was taking deep breaths, grateful that the short but powerfully built equine was being gentle. The veins running along his cock throbbed against her walls, her weightlessness making her feel strangely giddy as she floated down onto the stallion’s erection. Tobi was watching, and already hard and dripping. She had to admit the rings he was wearing did look nice, especially the one cinching his heavy boy-bag, making the always snug pouch look achingly full. No doubt it was…
“Thhheere… Every last inch. How do you feel pup?” the stallion asked, his own heavy sack bumping against the pert cheeks of Vasha’s ass as the tail wagging and thumping the insides of his thighs gave him an honest answer.
“Full… but I can still hold my spell!”
“Good. Let’s see how much it takes to break it…”
The pony’s grip on her hips was good and firm, which was a good thing since otherwise Vasha would have been in danger of being launched through the air by his thrusts. He wasn’t sparing the rod, so to speak, ploughing the teen bitch in long, slurping thrusts as Vasha moaned and grunted. She knew that if it weren’t for the bulge of eggs rounding out her tummy she’d be able to see her once trim belly bulge out every time Victor drove himself in. Off to her side, Tobias was still and leaking profusely from his tip, looking almost like a fountain sculpture someone had painted to look lifelike. Looking at the stallion she could admire the bulk of the male rutting her, the type of mature and well-filled out body that always appealed to her. 
His sack slapped her ass and his flare was stretching her out as it battered against her cheeks. She was close to cumming, holding back because the same tide bringing her climax was clouding her mind. Her moans turned into whines, and when the stud rutting her groaned and his trumpeting flare began to spew thick equine cum into her, Vasha lost her grip. She could feel herself drifting down, slowly slipping off the stallion’s erection until she was almost resting on the soft leather of the chair. Once her spell failed only her rump remained in the air, raised by the flare too big to slip out. A few seconds later even that was gone with a pop and a spray of a few lazy ropes o equine seed over the panting pup.
“Ahhhh, I… uhhhhh… I did it!” Vasha said triumphantly, thick dollops of stallion spooge leaving her with every clench and quiver of her sex.
“Yes, nothing short of your climax will break your hold on a spell. Not ideal but it’s something you can work with. Now I need to test my other creation…” the stallion said the stallion said, taking a small blue bottle ash he regarded the painfully erect otter boy.
“Now Tobias, why don’t you lean over and clean up your friend while I get you ready?” the stocky horse asked leaving little doubt as how the otter’s stamina would be tested. 
Tobi was certainly limber enough to bend over, resting his hands on the leather chair as he pushed his muzzle between Vasha’s legs. As his tongue worked between the wolfess’ folds, the stallion eased he rudder-like tail up and poured a generous drizzle both under it and on the hoof-nailed fingers of one hand. Those fingers that were so skilled and gentle, but also so undeniably thick…
Her messy slit muffled the whimper of the mustelid boy as the thick tail shivered, a sure sign that at least one equine finger had pushed its way under it. She could just make out Tobi’s silver-clad cock and pouch, the tip leaking but only pre as the stallion deftly kept the boy on edge. She knew that boys had a sweet-spot inside them the same as she had a sensitive one in her pussy, but Victor wasn’t interested in pushing that deep, just in stretching the anxious boy’s pucker for what they all knew was to come. If Tobias had been worried about taking a stallion under his tail before he was desperate by the time the pony stud pulled his slick fingertips from the boy’s hole.
“Now Tobias, as much as I’d enjoy rutting you, we have to test how your stamina holds out, so if you don’t mind I want you to have a seat in my lap an ride me for as long as you’re able.” the stallion said, kneeling with his legs spread and his erection already ready to be sheathed in an oiled mustelid ass. “Vasha, I like to keep a clean store, so I’ll need you to help Tobi from making a mess. How you take what he squirts is up to you…”
Vasha crawled out of the soft leather in front of Tobi as he slowly lowered his rear towards the flared tip. The boy’s impressive erection was already dripping, but Vasha knew that wasn’t meant by mess. The mustelid sack, accentuated by the silver ring closed above it was shiny from the oil that had dribbled down from Tobi’s rear and looked painfully full. The boy gasped when the pony’s tip kissed his greased tailhole, and Vasha knew by the twitch of his shaft when the stallion was in. The otter’s legs trembled for a moment before he slid himself further down, eyes screwing shut as his own erection began to bounce and leak. The wolfess pounced on the pink tip, closing her muzzle just in time to catch the first heavy spurt o thick, sweet boyish seed. The stallion snorted as the already tight pucker stared to clench around him, but to her surprise Vasha could see Tobi continue a smooth, controlled slide down the rod of horseflesh even as he filled her mouth. The otter boy had been eased before because his sudden and messy orgasms would leave him a wobbly-legged whimpering mess, but apart from a glassy look to his eyes he seemed in control of his muscles, otherwise he’d have either fallen flat on his face or slid all the way down on the stallion buried between his cheeks.
To the wolfess’ shock his vision cleared soon, even before his cock had finished leaking into her muzzle. After swallowing the warm, thick load she took her lips off a cock that was as hard as it had been a moment ago, now glistening with lupine saliva and Tobi’s own mess. The stallion he was trying to fully take snorted again bringing his hands up the boy’s sleek body as he rested his hands on the otter’s flat fluffy chest. Tobias sighed s the thick but oh-so-nimble fingers played with his nipples, his cock already twitching as he neared the stud’s medial ring. 
When the ridge slipped under the boy’s tail she was sure he was about to blow again, but Tobi just groaned as he let himself slide down, squatting as he took all of Victor’s mottled length. His breathing became labored, the muscles on his trim tummy clenching rhythmically even as they bulged from the sheer size of the cock the youth was holding in his body. Every time his abs clenched his shaft flexed and the stallion under him grunted, a sure sign that his tail-hole was massaging the big stallion. Tobi’s gasps rose in pitch and Vasha had been so engrossed with the expression of his cute muzzle that she almost missed the swelling of his pink glans. 
Again the wolfess dove down, enclosing her friends tip just in time to catch the ropes of his cum, struggling to keep up with a flow that seemed as  trong as the first one. To her shock, Tobi began moving before he’d even finished cumming, rising gently from the pony’s lap and moaning as the thickest few inches of the stud slipped from his pulsing pucker. Since he was still very much making a mess, Vasha simply moved closer and angled her muzzle down, so every time he slid off the equine spire stuffed under his tail he would slide deeper into her mouth By the time he was done she had to pull off because the otter boy wanted to really ride his pony and that would have meant jamming his impressive cock halfway down the wolfess’ throat. 
After two consecutive orgasms the mustelid boy should have been a mess resting against he stocky stud, but Tobi’s strong legs were working just fine as they lifted his ass up along the hard length of horseflesh and steadily lowered him back down. His own cock was bobbing wildly, a still stiff pink rod sprinkling precum as the otter’s prostate got worked over by the girthy male he was riding. She could see his sack bouncing, restrained a little by the silver ring clasped under the otter’s shaft but looking no less full than when Tobias was working to get the stallion’s flare in Under that the pony’s sack looked even bigger even though the wolfess could feel Victor’s cm still oozing rom her folds and soaking into the fur of her highs.
Tobias was bouncing as wildly as his shaft now, slamming as hard as he dared against the muscular body of the male under him There was no way of getting that flailing pink rod into her muzzle at this point, so when the mustelid teen began to spew Vasha aimed him as best as she could at her mouth and face, guessing that it would be easier to wash her fur than the huge carpet under them.. Victor was snorting like a feral stallion at this point, and the lupine girl wondered if it was stamina or some clever magical device keeping him from breeding the boy whose ass was almost constantly milking him as it polished his cock. He seemed to be reaching his limits since he took a hold of Tobi’s hips and pulled them down, not letting the boy slide more than a third of the way off him. Anything but exhausted, Tobi was bouncing as fast as he could, his erection bobbing and weaving as his supple ass smacked against hard equine thighs.
Vasha saw him throb again, and with a belly full o mustelid seed and her face soaked in it, she turned around, squatted and managed to catch his tip. Her aim proved good enough to let Tobias slip into the hole Victor had loosened and lubed up and soon her own lilting cries were joining those of the two males as Tobias fucked her while fucking himself with the pony’s shaft. Victor groaned and gave a buck that slammed Tobi’s hips against hers, almost knocking her on her face before the wolfess’ balance forced her back. With her now sitting On Tobi’s lap she was forcing him against Victors, and while the otter boy moaned his way through his own orgasm she could tell he was trying to cope with the deluge of equine spunk flooding his well-rutted ass.
Vasha rose from Tobi’s lap after he was done, pressing a paw against her slit to keep in the worst of his mess. The otter boy, by all expectations shouldn’t have been able to stand, and yet he managed to rise without help, wincing as the massive flare tugged against his pucker before popping free. His own cock, glistening after being polished by the wolf-girl’s mouth and pussy, was finally shrinking and growing soft.
“I see they’re both working just fine. Still, it’s always best to make sure…” the pony said, rising as he admired the two teens who’d helped him “test” his latest creations.
*******
“Hey poke-poke!”
The high-pitched cry made Tobias’ ears fold down and his steps falter. His mood had been great after they left Victor’s workshop, as was Vasha’s. Now they could work out how to free her father and the otter’s brother from the dragon, and with any luck the girl would finally rid herself of her burden. The wolfess tuned around to see a smug-looking rabbit girl, younger even than she was, trailing after them.
“Who’s that with you poke-poke? Your girlfriend?” the little lapine said, her sweet voice carrying obvious malice.
“J-just ignore her…” Tobias said, ducking into a narrow passage in the hopes of losing the persistent bunny.
“Didn’t he tell you? Why everyone calls him poke-poke?” the rabbit girl cooed, and finally Tobias lost his patience.
“Nobody calls me that but you Taby!”
“Well, it’s not your full name. His full name is poke-poke-squirt, and I did come up with it. I thought he looked kinda cute once, so I did him the honor of presenting my pretty young pussy just to see what that big dingle of his could do. He got hard the moment he saw me naked, pressed his head against my tight little slit, poked twice trying to get it in and squirt!” the lapine girl said, launching into a giggling it. Vasha got an idea and did her best to keep a smile from her lips.
“Oh yeah? Well I’d believe that when I saw it...” the wolfess said, winking at the otter who seemed to catch on.
“Fine then! You deserve to see what a joke poke-poke is. All right poke-poke, here’s my pretty little bunny-cunny, go on and do your thing…” she cooed, lifting her dress and her puff tail and exposing what really did look like a snug little slit.
Mean or not, the lapine girl was cute, and Tobi was hard by the time he positioned himself behind her, crouching down and pressing his glans against her and making a show of rubbing it and poking against the plump lapine flesh He didn’t even try and hold back and in a few seconds he was groaning as his tip spewed thick boyish cum against the giggling girl’s vulva.
“See, like I said, poke-poke-squuiiiieEeeeeiii!” the bunny squealed as the still spurting and still very hard tip pushed through her folds, the steady stream of gooey cum allowing Tobi to sheathe himself in one smooth stroke. The lapine girl’s ears flicked back as her big toes left the ground, her paws scrabbling against the wall as gravity forced her to take every inch of the well-hung otter boy.
She probably thought Tobi was just getting back at her, stabbing a cock that was sure to soften any second now, but the mustelid teen was still wearing that little silver trinket. The girl’s shock was obvious as Tobi began to pump, bouncing her on his steely erection as she squeaked and whimpered from the sensation of a cum-slicked cock ploughing her straining slit. Vasha could never abide cruel children, and she watched with some satisfaction as Tobi took his well-earned revenge on his diminutive bully. She was lucky that he was a sweet boy deep down, and that he wasn’t really trying to hurt her. The cries coming from that cute lapine muzzle certainly didn’t sound pained, and if Vasha’s keen ears were any judge the girl was teetering on the edge of the first of several orgasms.
Her fingers slipped between her thighs as she watched the pretty pink shaft saw in and out of the girl’s snug sex, admiring the way those chubby folds were wrapped around the otter’s cock, and the way the bunny’s legs kicked and twitched as she came. A few minutes later Tobias joined her, and once she felt her immature womb being blasted with the otter’s ream she was probably certain that her humiliating experience was over.
Bu the silver rings proved their worth, the young mustelid’s rhythm barely faltering, his hips pumping even as his balls did. His ail failed to hide the rather cute way his butt was clenching as he gave the girl his all, churning his load out and making room for another. And another after that after that. He wasn’t even spent, but when it became obvious that Taby was once the mustelid teen pulled himself out with a slurp and set the girl down.
“I… I wouldn’t normally do that to a girl… but she made my life a misery every time she could, telling all the girls that they shouldn’t…” he said, letting Vasha lead him away from the dazed lapine girl sitting in a growing puddle of warm seed leaking from her well-used pussy.
*******
They took the same path up the mountain that Vasha had taken down after her defeat. In fact the wolfess could almost swear she could still smell the draconic cum she’d dripped along the trail during her escape. The climb alone would have been a hardship if she didn’t have her new robes that eased the burden the wyrm had left her with. She didn’t have her daddy, but she had her magic, she had Tobi, and more importantly they had a plan.
They’d talked about him sneaking in, but Vasha had dissuaded him from the idea. The draft blew into the cavern and was sure to carry an intruder’s scent to the keen nose of the dragons inside. And that had given her the idea. Since the money she had wasn’t enough to make adventurers brave the dragon’s lair, she spent it on something else. As they neared the cavern’s mouth, she took the dark vial out and unstopped it as Tobi disrobed. The scent of rosewater flooded her nostrils, but she could tell it was more than that.
It had cost a small fortune because the rose for this perfume was grown in crushed fire agate instead of soil, and the extract of the exotic plant was known to be a powerful aphrodisiac to dragon-kind. This was why she was careful not to get any on her as she sprinkled it over the nude otter boy. The dragon was going to notice Tobias, and notice him very much. And while he was chasing the nimble mustelid around the cavern, Vasha would try to break the charms he used to hold his ‘toys’ there.
“Okay, that’s all of it. You sure you can do this?” she asked.
“Yeah. I kinda used to steal to survive, and if the guards catch you… well…” he trailed off, and Vasha remembered her own night in the guardhouse. “It’s been ages since anyone has been able to snatch me.”
“Okay. But there’s more than that. The people the dragon kidnaped… he keeps them all naked and there’s quite a few of them. Plus he has this way of looking at you that can make you kinda… hot.” She said, rubbing her own thighs as she remembered her humiliating ordeal.
“I know. But at least I have this now…” Tobi said, pointing to the silver rings that were the only thing he was wearing. “With this thing on, the fact that I cum so fast isn’t really a problem.”
“Good. And if you have to squirt, don’t play nice! See if you can aim for that overgrown lizards eye!” the wolfess said, wondering if the dragon’s gaze works with one of the huge eyes squinting and watering.
*******
As she watched the mustelid boy jump, dash and twirl she had to admit, he must have given the city guards a run for their money. The scent he was wearing worked perfectly, and the dragon was already sporting a massive and awkward erection as he tried to catch the boy with the maddening musk. The sight of the horny dragon was in turn arousing the naked otter, but his peculiar bit of jewelry was doing the trick. Toby barely even had to slow down to stroke himself and even while he was cumming he was nimble enough to dodge the horny drake, sending white ropes streaking through the air as he danced away from his would-be mate.
Vasha meanwhile circled around the edge of the cave to the ridge where the dragons’ toys were lounging, gazes following the movement of the otter and the wyrm without any real emotion. They’d planned on just getting her daddy and her brother out, but if she could, Vasha wanted to try and break a few more. Some of these ‘toys’ were obviously warriors, a few looked like spell casters. If enough of them were freed from the spell, they could actually defeat the dragon!
“Hey, what are you doing here?” came a voice from above, and a swoosh of wings later Vasha was face to face with the dragon’s daughter. The young dragoness was a lot slimmer than her sire, and her body looked no bigger than a fawns. “These are my toys, you can’t just… wait, you’re that girl! Daaaad, that wolf-girl is back and she’s snooping around my toys! Daaaaaaaadyyyy!” the dragoness cried, trying to get the attention of her father who was maddened by the sweet-scented otter boy that kept evading him.
Vasha took advantage of the young dragoness detraction and pounced. She caught the surprised reptile on the chest with her shoulder, and the momentum knocked them both over, a furry lupine body twisting around with a sinuous scaly one. But the dragoness lived a sheltered life, with daddy protecting her, while Vasha was an adventurer, and had wrangled creatures much bigger than her before. When the girls stopped twisting and wriggling, it was the wolfess poised on top of the dragoness, with the scaly female flapping her wings against the floor and trying to wriggle her forepaws free of Vasha’s grip. The wolfess smirked in triumphs before her rear slid a little further back and encountered some unexpected cushioning.
“What the… are you… expecting?” she asked the dragoness under her, after turning around to see her tush planted on a very heavy looking pair of delicately scaled teats.
“N-no! They just… daddy says I’m an early bloomer. It’s a dragon thing, a doggy like you wouldn’t understand!” the scaly girl said, making a point of huffing and averting her eyes. Vasha wasn’t impressed since her ears could read the tone clearly. She was sure that if the scales covering the scaly female’s muzzle weren’t already rosy, they would be turning red. But what surprised her more than the draconic mounds under her rump was the wetness she felt as something soaked through her fur.
“Get off me you’re making me… Daaaa-mpfh!” the dragoness started to should and looked indignant when a lupine paw squeezed her slender muzzle closed.
The girl under her really was a peculiar early bloomer if she was leaking milk against Vasha’s cheeks. As the dragoness struggled, the wolf-girl shifted and a hot, stiff nipple got caught between the folds of her sex. When the tiny droplets of dragon-milk touched her bare flesh Vasha gasped, feeling the burden in her womb stir. She’d heard a lot about the healing, cleansing properties of mothers’ milk, and knew full well the magic contained in a dragon’s seed. And she’d learned how to express milk…
The wolfess arched her back a little and thrust her rear out, pushing against the supple scaled teat before clenching her sex and pulling back a little. Her cunny didn’t have the same grip as her fingers, but the movement was enough to coax a little bit of the dragon-girl’s milk out. The tiny droplets tingled against soft lupine flesh and acting on some instinct Vasha began to rock back and forth on the peculiar but bouncy breasts growing out of the dragon-girl’s crotch.
It was working! She wasn’t sure what was happening or how, but the milk that had been simply squirting into her cunny now seemed to be flowing up, her young sex drawing it deeper the way it would have done to a male’s seed. It felt good in other ways to, especially since the dragoness nipple had gotten really stiff after having a lupine slit close around it. The scaly female under her was still writhing, but now she seemed desperate for more stimulation rather than escape. The wolfess rolled her hips a little and gasped as her clit brushed against the soft, delicate scales covering the dragoness’ teat.
She continued to grind against the pillowy mound, working herself towards and orgasm that she knew would make her young pussy clench and really draw on the draconic milk. The girl trapped under her was starting to get a little glassy-eyed, still confused by the way the she-wolf was ‘suckling’ her but obviously enjoying it. She dared spare a glance at Tobi, and the otter boy was still managing to dodge the horny dragon’s lunges. Ropes of his own seed decorated the brown coat and a pink mustelid erection still bobbed in the air, his normally impressive endowment looking delicate compared to what was swinging between the drake’s haunches.
The sight of the hulking male chasing the nimble boy proved to be just what she needed, Vasha’s canines biting into her lower lip as her lower body began to shudder and clench. The rush and tingle of an orgasm was amplified by something else, something primal. Her body was drawing in the draconic milk, and the eggs she was bearing were responding, gently humming to life and pushing her beyond the bliss of climax.
Her breathing became rapid, her eyes lost focus as she lost control of her muscles, every one relaxing apart from those in her abdomen. The dragoness rolled her over and got to her feet, tiny drops of her milk landing on the stone floor as she craned her neck to examine the lupine girl panting and writhing. She seemed too engrossed to call for her father, the nostrils on the dainty muzzle flaring as she used every sense to try and work out what was going on with the wolf-girl.
Vasha knew it well before the dragoness had a hope of spotting it. Her belly was contracting, moving the eggs around inside her until one aligned and pushed slowly out of her womb. Vasha had expected it to hurt, to feel sort of like she was giving birth, but as the strange egg passed all she felt was the wild tingle of magical energy. She gasped as the smooth oval left her womb, traveling down her vaginal canal and driving her insane with every inch. It was like being trapped on the very peak of an orgasm, the wild surge that should last only a few moments dragging on as her body labored to push the egg out.
“Oh my… you’re laying them!” the dragoness said, stepping over the prone wolfess so that her rear was just above Vasha’s head as she bent her neck and brought her muzzle close enough to her sex that the teen bitch could feel the huffs of her excited breathing. “You’re not supposed to lay them! I gotta go tell daddy!” the russet reptile chirped, and as she spread her wings and hunched her legs to launch, Vasha managed to narrow the fingers of one trembling paw into a point and drive it dead-center in the exposed slit of the dragoness.
“Ghhyyaahhhh! Wha… what are you doooOoooohhh!” the dragon-girl moaned and gasped, surprised to feel the girl’s hand penetrating her cunny and surprised even more to feel the lupine finger’s spreading wide inside her.
It had been an instinctive lunge, but a good one. The hold Vasha had used on a minotaur girl was working just fine on the dragoness, and try as she might, tug and yank as she might, the scaly femme couldn’t pull herself off the lupine paw. The effort alone seemed to be making her legs wobbly, and Vasha knew that after her nipple tweaked and teased by her wolf-pussy, the dragoness would already be horned up. Her wet slit had welcomed the sudden intrusion of another girl’s hand, and now that it was wrapped snugly around one it was reluctant to let it go.
It was all Vasha could do to maintain her peculiar hold on the dragoness as the first of her bothersome burdens neared her milk-slicked labia. She could hear the dragoness gasp, her body suddenly going still as she quite obviously stared at the lupine folds spreading and revealing the first of Vasha’s eggs. The girl could feel her body positioning another one even as she struggled to push the one crowning her little lupine cunny.
She felt puffs of warm, draconic breath against her wet mound, and was surprised when she felt the tip of the scaly girl’s tongue run around the rim of her plump labia, making Vasha gasp when it grazed her slit. She could feel it helping, could feel the tongue very gently easing her folds around the big round egg her body was trying to lay. She wondered if this was just the dragoness being too horned up to resist a bit of kinky play with another girl, or if maybe this was something dragonesses did for each other. The claws they had certainly weren’t suited to midwifery, but that long, dexterous tongue was doing the job.
Vasha gave a strong push when she felt her folds spreading taut, and yipped when the egg slipped out of her with a wet noise and a surprised gasp from the she-dragon who’d been helping it out. Vasha felt like she’d climaxed as the egg was pushed up, but she was still riding that strange peek and it was hard to tell. Her top had come loose during her wrestle with the dragoness and she the nipples on her heaving chest were so stiff that milk was beading on them without them being so much as touched.
There was no time to recover, another eggs was leaving her womb and sliding along the quivering walls of her sex, making it hard for Vasha to focus on anything but keeping her breathing in check. The dragoness was now pushing her scaly muzzle against her folds, slipping that long tongue in deep and seemingly helping the egg along. On some sort of sororial instinct, the little wolfess began flexing her hand gently in the wet, snug confines of the winged girl’s cunny, noticing the tremors running along the dragoness’ haunches.
It was faster with her helping, and when she felt the fifth egg spread her messy slit open Vasha was glad to see her belly once again trim and flat. As the egg popped out she pulled her now soaked paw out of the dragoness, watching the scaly female quiver and writhe on the ground as her slightly gaped pussy squirted.
The wolfess was awed by the sight of her eggs, five glistening eggs that shimmered like opal. They looked like light was trapped within them, and she could just barely make out the stone floor through the dripping clutch. They weren’t real, they were magic and lust given form and now that they were free of her the energies that her body had been forced to contain were slowly but surely dispersing. Vasha quickly laid her hands on them, fingers splayed as the magic of the eggs cursed through her. She channeled it into a spell to clear minds and lift enchantments, not bothering to direct it. she felt her magic, amplified more than tenfold by the draconic power spread outward, washing over the naked figures of the dragon’s “toys”.
“Wha… NO! My daughter’s collection!” the huge wyrm roared, his own mind cleared from the sweet send Tobi had been doused in. The dragon was poised over the otter, having finally pinned the svelte boy under him, but was now watching as the adventurers he’d captured came to their senses. Some set into a run, long powerful limbs pumping, and some of the spell casters were opening portals and helping others to safety. “You…” the dragon growled as his eyes settled on the little wolf girl, kneeling over the fading image of glowing dragons’ eggs.
“You couldn’t just leave with your father? You had to rob my daughter of every one of her toys, her favorites I’d painstakingly…” the incensed drake rumbled, but was interrupted by a piercing cry from his own child.
“I don’t want your ‘toys’ daddy! I never did! I wanted… I want… you.” The dragoness said, her voice dropping from angry outrage to a tone so shy that she had to stop from hiding her face with one of her wings.
“Priscilla, you…? You never told me…” the hulking wyrm rumbled, his tone and expression turning strangely gentle as he addressed his blushing daughter.
“You never asked! I’m not a hatchling anymore, and instead of noticing what a pretty dragoness I was growing into you just captured people and gave them to me to play with. They can all go, I never wanted to play with any of them. I… I wanted you to play with me.” She said, casting a coy look at the hulking drake padding towards her.
“T-Tobi?” came a voice from behind, making Vasha turn in time to see her new friend cry out as he spotted a naked young otter male looking remarkably like him.
“Dale!” Tobias cried, throwing himself into his brother’s hug.
It didn’t take Vasha long to spot her daddy in the thinning crowd, and the hulking wolf had just enough time to brace himself as his little girl sprang up, wrapping herself around him as she squeezed him tight and growled happily. Huge arms folded around her and her tail wagged as she felt her daddy’s chest rumble in a response to her happy little growl.
“You know, I was sure I’d have to be the one to rescue you from a dragon. I’m proud of you, puppy…” he said, and if Vasha’s tail could have wagged any harder it would have.
“Daddy, this is Tobias. I met him in the city and I couldn’t have saved you without him.” She said, pointing out the smaller of the two otter males who was a little in awe of the hulking direwolf.
The introductions of the four were interrupted by a feminine cry ringing out in the cavern, and as all eyes focused on the source they saw the young dragoness lifting her muzzle as well as her tail. Her father was pushing his muzzle against her scaly slit, and obviously pushing his tongue much deeper in. The cock that had grown erect at the scent Tobi had been doused in was now spraying pre over the cavern floor, leaving very little doubt how this would end.
“Are they really going to… I mean she is his daughter.” Said Dale, although the young otter was growing stiff at the sight.
“That’s a line me and my dad never cross, but it doesn’t matter to dragons. They are inherently magical beings…” she said, running a hand down her trim tummy.
“Looks like everyone else had made a run for it. I guess we should…” Tobi said, and trailed off, unable to take his eyes off the dragon who had been chasing him around the cavern with an erection now getting ready to mount and possibly breed his own daughter.
“I don’t think we have to rush. After all, how many people have had a chance to watch dragons mate this close up?” Yoren said, the red of his lupine erection already slipping from his sheath as he set his daughter down.
Vasha was staring wide-eyed at the dragoness she’d been wrestling with now pressing her chest to the floor and thrusting her rump out towards her hulking father. The drake growled softly as his tongue dipped into his daughter, occasionally lashing away at her rump or licking away at the heavy, leaking teats between the young dragoness’ spread legs. She knew that the dragoness had probably ‘played’ with her daddy while she was in the city trying to get help, but she couldn’t hold it against the girl. It was obvious what she’d really wanted all along, and it was obvious she was about to get it.
The sight and the sound of the amorous reptiles ringing through the cavern was getting to them, and she wasn’t surprised to see her father move behind Tobias, the hunger obvious in the big wolf’s eyes as Tobi stood stock still, his boyish chest rising and falling in excitement as the direwolf warrior laid strong hands on his shoulders. Vasha was sure that the sight of her daddy’s erection would normally have terrified the otter, but after avoiding having the huge drake sheathe that ridged purple monster in his svelte young body the lupine erection would come as a welcome relief. At least until he took the knot…
She turned her attention to Dale, who looked like a slightly older, taller version of the boy she’d befriended. His cock was a little bigger than what Tobias had, making the lupine girl think that it was a family trait the two shared where the cock was the first thing to grow to full size. She wondered if the older boy shared his brother’s problem, but as her paw wrapped around the pristine pink cock Dale jusr murred softly and twitched in her grip.
She was stroking the otter without even really looking, not wanting to miss the moment Pricilla’s father mounted her. She felt the shaft slip from her fingers before Dale’s hands gently guided her down. The young man laid on his back and Vasha straddled him so that she could watch the dragons while seeing to her own needs. Even though she’d just laid a clutch of very peculiar eggs, the magic coursing through them had made her cunny as snug and supple as it had ever been, as evidenced by her yip and Dale’s groan as she spread her folds and took the first few inches of the otter’s pink pole into her body.
A squeak off to her right made her turn in time to see Tobias offering his rump to her father, who didn’t wait long to claim it. The big wolf got a firm grip on the rudder-like tail and used his thumb to spread Tobi’s cheeks open. Vasha was half-way down on his brother’s cock when the tapered tip pierced her friend’s ring, the long pink shaft bobbing under the mewling boy spraying thick white ropes well before he took half of what the lupine male was packing.
But all of their heads turned when a shrill, feminine cry rang out through the cavern, and they saw that the drake had mounted his daughter and pushed the tip of his cock into the horny little dragoness. Vasha bit her lip as inspiration struck, holding her hips half-way down Dale’s cock as the huge dragon’s haunches bunched his neck bent as he whispered something in his daughters ears. The moment those huge scaled hips lunged, her own hips plunged down, her cry joining both Priscilla’s and Tobi’s as her dad got the same idea.
Her own dad was very impressive, and the otter boy under her was deliciously well hung, but what Vasha was taking in her pussy and what was throbbing under Tobi’s tail couldn’t compare to the sheer awe of watching a drake take a dragoness. It was almost surreal how Priscilla’s body accommodated the scary erection her dad was sporting, but then dragonesses tended to be smaller than their males even when fully grown. It was obvious that she wasn’t regretting offering herself, her muzzle parted and raised high into the air as her father rubbed his face against the side of her neck. A surprisingly tender gesture from what they were all sure was a cruel and unfeeling monster, one that would never need to abduct people to try and make his daughter happy.
Vasha rocked back and forth in Dale’s lap, sighing happily as the young otter slid his hands up her sides and started to knead her breasts. Thin streams of milk flew from her nipples, the last her boobies would make until the day she was ready to have pups of her own. Her puddle wasn’t nearly as impressive as the one growing under Tobias, and she giggled at the confused expression on her daddy’s face as he watched the otter boy cum over and over and yet still push back eagerly against his thrusts. Her own hips were starting to move, her lips clinging to the smooth pink cock throbbing in her as she watched Priscilla moan and squeak while taking her father.
Once the drake was sheathed he obliged his precious girl and gave her time to adjust only starting to hump into her when the dragoness began grinding her rear against his crotch, signaling both her readiness and impatience. The slap of scale on scale rang in the cavernous lair, accentuated by the high, needy cries of the dragoness getting something that she’d yearned for desperately. Vasha settled down on her knees and leaned forward a little, pushing her rear down and back and letting only a part of Dale’s cock out of her as the otter moved his hands to knead her furry rump. She could feel her tail brushing his chest as it wagged, the gently shaped but very generously proportioned cock filling her delightfully and rubbing against all the right places. Having shed the eggs she no longer had a big awkward belly to worry about and could take a male as gifted as Dale all the way inside without discomfort.
His brother was also doing surprisingly well with her daddy. She knew Tobi didn’t have problems servicing males when they were back at the temple, and she knew that as fierce as he looked her father was gentle when he needed to be. Toby had his hands braced against the floor, his back arched as the big wolf behind him humped away in steady strokes, the boys’ long pink cock flailing about and slapping against his belly as his tail was claimed by the lusty lupine.
The wolfess was now riding Tobi’s brother, having worked herself up to one small climax and hoping for a big one by the time the fat nuts between the otter’s legs were ready to blow. Unlike Tobi dale’s stamina was phenomenal, but that only meant that she was in for one big but messy cum when the young otter reached his limits. Tobi himself was moaning adorably and pushing back, eager to take her daddy’s knot under that thick tail of his.
The boy finally lowered his face to the floor and used his hands to pry his cheeks apart. She saw her dad grip Tobi’s slender hips and the next thrust ended with the boy squealing and the red bulge nowhere in sight. The little she-wolf bit her lower lip at the sight of Tobi mewling, his shaft once again squirting and her daddy’s heckles rising as he ground himself against the boy’s ass, ready to start seeding it.
But the dragons soon caught everyone’s attention as the growls of the big drake and the cries and yips of his daughter rose in pitch and volume. The huge male was thrusting hard enough to make Priscila’s round teats swing and bounce wildly and the stone floor around them looked slippery with the milk spraying from the moaning dragoness. Her eyes were lidded, her tongue lolling from her dainty muzzle as she struggled to catch her breath, even though every thrust of her father’s enormous shaft must have been driving it from her.
When the bog dragon’s jaws came down on his daughter’s neck Vasha gasped, but it became obvious from the high, feminine sigh that the abrupt but tender mating bite was something the dragoness was enjoying. She saw Priscilla plant her forepaws a little wider, bracing herself since her father’s thrusts have become short but no less vigorous. Their long tails were twisted around each other behind them, and the big drake was thrusting hard enough that his daughter’s hindlegs were almost leaving the ground every time he pushed in.
Priscilla’s orgasm was sweet and lilting as the dragoness released a long undulating cry with her slitted eyes closed serenely. Her father’s was anything but. The big dragon’s wings snapped open, making a sound like a sudden gale hitting a galleon’s sails as he released his daughter’s graceful neck and raised his head, roaring in primal triumph as he began breeding the dainty female shuddering under him. She heard her father roar as if in challenge, hoisting up the otter boy and wrapping a thick arm around his chest as he sprayed his lupine load under Tobi’s tail.
The sight was enough to make Vasha cum, and she wasn’t sure if it was the clenching of her cunny, or the sight of his brother spraying ropes of cum as he took another male’s seed that pushed Dale over the edge. Either way the rush of the otter’s cum bathed her insides at just the right moment, the throb of his cock in her syncing with the quivering of her sex and keeping her riding the crest of her climax. She was surprised when the mustelid male didn’t soften, but since it would take some time for her dad to slip out of Tobi Vasha decided to spend it well, swiveling her hips and delighting in the way the long pink shaft stirred the mess inside her.
By the time they were all done the dragon had dismounted his daughter who’d managed to rub her muzzle affectionately against her fathers before curling up and falling into an exhausted slumber. And contrary to the image of a dragon obsessed with his hoard, his father didn’t spare his ‘guests’ or his treasure a glance as he curled up around his daughter, draping one of his wings over her sleeping form. Not wishing to outstay their welcome, the four figures left quietly and made their way down the mountain and back to the city. After all, they’d freed all of the dragons’ victims, and Vasha and Tobias would be splitting quite a hefty reward between them…