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Dragon mating cycles take place over spans of hundreds of years, a testament to their low birth rate. While many know the tales of dragons hoarding wealth, few why they do it. Their hoarding behavior is mostly for mating purposes. Males gather piles of gold, jewels, and priceless artifacts to impress female dragons to show their tenacity, cunningness, and strength. If the female is sufficiently impressed, she will allow the male to court her in exchange for his hoard. This Drake had amassed enough wealth to garner the attention of a particularly impressive Dragoness; human's might say that "She was out of his league."
While the two dragon's were "deeply involved" with each other in the Living Chamber, a thief stole away into the the Drake's Hoard. Flay, thinking himself quite clever, was waiting for the two love-birds to become preoccupied with each other before he started his heist. Their deep grunts and growls echoed in the cave's chambers while the scoundrel filled his rucksack with treasure. With his bag filled to the brim, Flay steadied his back as he flung it over his shoulder and made his escape. The Thief was unfamiliar with how heavy a rucksack filled with gold and jewels could be, and although he was burdened with the weight, he was confident that the rutting dragon's would not notice him. Well... they wouldn't notice him until - "SHHH-RIP!" A large cut ruby at the bottom of the sack had a sharp corner that sliced its way through the leather sack, spilling the contents of the bag in a calamitous racket.
The thief was stunned, and he froze as listened the deafening silence of the cave. "Tick-tick-tick-tick" The sounds of claws scrambling across the granite floor caused Flay's heart to skip a beat, and before he could make it half-way to the exit, the Drake was fast upon him. While the Male Dragon crushed the breath out of Flay's lungs with both hands, the Dragoness followed up behind her mate to see the intruder. Seeing the creature made her muzzle wrinkle in disgust. To allow such a creature to invade one's home was among the most insulting gestures a dragon could allow. This Drake's home was unfit for her brood. This home was sullied, unclean, and unsafe. With a disappointed huff, the dragoness barreled out of the entrance and took her flight, never to return.
The Drake's jowls dripped with fire, and his golden eyes burned with fury as he glared into Flay's squirming body. While the Thief begged and pleaded for his life, the Drake contemplated burning him alive; or perhaps gutting him like a fish; or perhaps squishing him into the stone floor like a piece of overripe fruit. But no, death was too good for this love-wrecker. The Drake noticed that Flay was a half-breed dragon, and he smiled with a toothy grin as an idea formed in his mind. Having been left "unspent," the Dragon was left in an insatiable rut, one that Flay would sate; whether he liked it or not. Tearing off the Thief's clothing, the Drake dragged the struggling half-breed into the Living Chamber, and shackled his ankles to some chains anchored into the floor. Producing a potion from the cabinet, the Drake forced the bottle into Flay's mouth, making him gag and sputter as the viscous, acrid fluid sank into his stomach.
The Drake had amassed his hoard for hundreds of years in pursuit of a mate, and he would not allow this whimpering thief to deny him a clutch of egg. The potion was vicious and cruel in its effects, warping and straining Flay's body into a lithe, feminine figure. The Drake sat like a cat at the edge of the Living Chamber, licking his lips and tapping his claws in amusement as his captive shifted into a female body. With the transformation finished, Flay's shaking hands ran over her female body, her face shaking with disbelief as she palmed her breasts and cupped her groin. She looked up at the Drake and saw his lascivious gaze, and she clasped her hands together and begged him not to do this. The Drake did not respond to the whinny brat, he merely strode over her body, pinned her head to the cold ground, folded her tail over her back, and pushed his enormous draconic phallus into her upturned rump. The pointed member found its mark at her folds, and she screamed like she was on fire as her virgin depths were crushed open by the enormous male....
The Drake's lust was insatiable. He rutted Flay like a fuck-doll several times a day, leaving her in a panting, sobbing mess in the corner of the Living Chamber. The Feral Dragon would use his magic to heal and clean Flay before every rutting session, ensuring that she was virginally tight before ram-rodding his cock into whichever hole he saw fit. Being healed to "factory fresh" condition, and considering that she still had a male mind, ensured that Flay would never get used to this rough breeding. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. To Flay, every day was filled with the shame and torment of taking that Drake's cock, and the only evidence of the progress of time was the swell of eggs within her belly.
With her stomach filled with the Feral Drake's eggs, her tummy had swelled to obscene proportions. Hardly able to stand on her own with the weight of her belly, Flay could feel those football-sized eggs jostling in her stomach whenever she turned in her sleep. One morning, Flay woke to find that her water had broke, and she panted in horror as she felt wave after wave of contractions bear down on her groin muscles. The Drake crossed his legs under his body and watched with insidious glee as the former male experienced the most arduous experience that a female could endure. The eggs were massive, far larger than what Flay would lay if she had been made pregnant by another half-breed. Believing that nothing could sting more than taking the Drake's cock, her poor girl parts screamed in pain as the egg pulled her delicate internals apart. She never knew she could stretch that far. She never knew it could get this bad.
Finally, after an arduous hour, she laid her first egg. The Drake grinned wickedly as the female bore out her first egg, the first of many judging by the size of her belly. Standing over her frazzled form, the Drake poked his cock beneath her tail and simply said, "Here. Let me help you." Stuffing his pointed cock into her tail-hole, Flay's mouth shot open in a wordless cry. The enormous spire pried open her magically retightened tail-hole, forcing every muscle in her waist to cry out in anguish. The ridges on the Drakes cock rubbed against the walls of her rectum, pinning the thin barrier between her sex and ass against the 2nd egg. Each thrust manipulated her insides, scrubbing the back of her vaginal walls like a washboard against the hard, dimpled surface of that gargantuan egg. Between desperate breath, Flay's haggard, labored cries were spent sobbing and begging for the Drake to stop. When the large male began to pick up his thrusts, she knew what that meant. "No!" She pleaded. "It's too much! It'll ki- Glllk-BLLLRRRK!" With her stomach taught with eggs, the dragon's enormous load filled her guts and surged through her throat. Glob after glob of dragon spunk spewed out of the mouth of the doomed thief, leaving her to choke and sputter desperately for air between the surging, gagging coughs.
Flay had thought she'd reached rock bottom, but she never knew it could be this bad. The Dragon healed his brood-slave with his magic, and allowed her to finish her arduous egg-laying. For the rest of her unnaturally long life, Flay would spend her days acting as a house slave and brood chamber for the insatiable Drake. Though the half-breed's mind became more familiar with her transformed sex, she never truly got used to the feeling of being rutted and made to bear out those torturously large eggs. Flay never knew that giving a Drake blue balls would have such dire consequences.
Story by Ryan Bends
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