overly contrived porn setup circumstances that get a hapless stablehand, who has always sort of envied the dragons, locked in a room with the best stud dragoness in the stables. she’s smarter than everyone else around her, and she can look at this tiny creature and know exactly what it actually is - she sees a dragon, and she knows she’s really good at breeding dragons, so she goes to work
the thing about a dragon being stuck in a human body is it’s quite easy to hold them down. with one forepaw on each of the “human’s” arms, they’re rendered quite immobile, and as she looms over them and her cocks drop out, her newest mate tries and fails to squirm away
she’s plenty patient. she’s happy to ease them into it. she leans in close and nuzzles her mate and coos about how their body is literally made for this, and trying to fight back will only make it less comfortable, and how the stables are quite soundproofed and it’s very late at night so there’s really no point in all the screaming for help because no one is coming either way
she flips the “human” over and lifts their ass in the air, mounting them (with some difficulty, mind you, they are quite small compared to her) and pushing her way inside. they squirm and groan as she goes deep, and she snarls with the tiniest hint of annoyance as she hits something hard halfway in, and pulls back before shoving harder. her mate whimpers in pain as something makes a sickening cracking sound inside them, and then their legs are dangling limp from her forepaw and she’s fully holding them up
this is obviously not going to work. she pauses, pulling the crying thing off of her, and carries them in her mouth to a hay bale and drapes them over it before re-mounting. for an uncomfortably long moment, they don’t move at all, and she gets worried she’s done damage that dragon magic can’t fix
fortunately, the magic kicks in, and the “human” moves again as its spine and hips start to come back together. there’s a few other changes, too. their fingers get longer and sharper, and maybe their neck is different? she can’t focus on that. the sensation of rutting into this “human’s” ass as it becomes a cloaca is driving her too insane to think. she bears down hard and snarls, and the thing under her whimpers
it’s doing a lot of that, actually. she’s not paying attention very well, but there’s all kinds of musculoskeletal changes happening to her mate, and she can’t imagine any of them feel particularly good- except that she fits now, she fits so well, like it was made for her…
maybe there’s a way she can help with the pain while being an effective stud. she leans down and places her head on the hay next to her mate’s ear, and thinks at them, does it feel good? are you enjoying mating with your own species for the first time in your life? her mate answers not with a scream, but with a roar of half-hearted protest. it’s a deeply satisfying noise because she knows they don’t mean it- she can smell they don’t mean it; their change is far enough along that they produce scent markers
she bites into the skin on their shoulder and her teeth hit scales just under the soft tan flesh. her mate looks the part now, more dragon than human. just another few minutes, and no one will ever be able to tell they were anything else
do you want it? do you want to bear my clutch? go on, pretty beast. use your head-voice and tell your stud you want it. beg me to fertilize your eggs and maybe i’ll indulge you, if you cum around my henbreakers hard enough that i can’t stop myself~
the scent change tells her immediately that tactic is working. her mate has probably fantasized about this exact situation for years. she’s assaulted with a cacophony of mental images and emotions, because her mate clearly isn’t very good at the telepathy yet, but she does manage to make out a desperate please~ in there somewhere. that’ll do fine
she bites down hard on the back of her mate’s neck, and that lustful chomp triggers all kinds of instincts in their new body, and they go flying over the edge so hard it’s a miracle they don’t visibly hurt themself from it. she follows immediately after, pushing in deep and flopping blissfully on top of them and just lying there proud of herself as her new hen’s frills flutter bashfully
she can’t wait to see their clutch…
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