How could this happen? This one question rang on his head repeatedly without stopping. Hammering into his brain as his mind tried to come to terms with the fact that it had happened. That the [i]unthinkable[/i] had happened. It was so sudden that they didn’t had time to react properly. The apes came like a wave of living violence and cruelty. They weren’t ready for something like that. They never thought that something like that would ever happen. Yes, Malefor’s forces were gaining more and more terrain with the months, and they were growing more daring as well. However, they just assumed they would never attack the Dragon Temple, of all places. Not only it was the place where lived the Guardians, some of the most powerful dragons of the world, but it was also the place where all the eggs were kept. It was not a military base, it was a nursery, by the Ancestors! What kind of creature would attack a [i]nursery[/i], filled with innocent and helpless eggs? Certainly not even the apes would be vile enough to do something like that. However, this night proved that the Guardians have underestimated the apes’ audacity, as well as overestimated their decency. Their intent, however, was obvious. They wanted the purple egg. The one that would give birth to the prophesized champion who would put an end to Malefor’s evil and save their world from the eternal darkness. The one egg that Malefor would go out of his way to destroy and neutralize the threat to his plans for the world before it could even begin to pose a danger to his ambitions. Protecting that egg was their top priority, and all of them knew that. The Guardians did what they were supposed to do, and fought back Malefor’s forces, defending the temple and its precious cargo as their predecessors instructed them. However, the sheer amount of the apes was enough to overwhelm even them and make them realize that they would need to do something. They needed to get the purple egg out of there. Ignitus, as their leader, was the one who took on this mission. Going through the many rows of nests carrying the eggs that would birth the future generations of dragons, Ignitus stopped on the one that contained a single purple egg. Their one hope for a brighter future. With all care on the world, he picked the egg from the nest, and took it with him. Ignitus flew all the way into the nearby Silver River, that flowed on the forest miles away from the temple. All the way, he looked over his shoulder, to make sure he was not being followed. Once in there, he took a desperate measure to ensure that the egg would be safe. By using a mushroom cap as a small basket, Ignitus placed the egg on the river, and allowed it to flow on the peaceful waters. The Fire Guardian knew that this river flowed peacefully for several miles deeper into the continent, and that it passed by many villages on its way. Surely someone would see the egg floating and take it with them safely, so the hatchling would survive and be protected. He knew that. He hoped... He prayed for the Ancestors to protect the egg and make sure it would live long enough to save them all. With the egg now delivered at the hands of fate, Ignitus had something else to do. He had to return to the Dragon Temple. He had to save his fellow Guardians and all the other eggs. He went there ready to fight to death. However, the scene he found nearly shattered his spirit. His fellow Guardians were all fallen to the ground, tied up with strong rope and muzzles, with some of the apes around them openly teasing them, poking them with the blunt end of their spears and throwing all kinds of insults and profanities at them. However, this was not the worst part. It was the eggs. They were destroyed. Smashed. Shattered. Their broken shells laying across the ground Their precious contents splattered, as the promise of life they once held inside of them was lost forever. They were all gone. All of them. Except one. The one egg that remained intact was an egg with a shell black as the night, which an ape held on his hand as he examined it closely, even sniffing it. That was Umbra’s egg! From Ignitus’ despair, a burning rage arose. The kind of rage that only a righteous creature can have when faced with the most atrocious of injustices. The rage that the apes who survived would see haunting their dreams until the day they drew their last breath. His flames burned brighter and hotter than normal. They burned redder than his scales. As red as his hate. The apes caught on by them were incinerated to ashes in just a few seconds, even their bones disintegrating into nothing. The apes who were not immediately caught by his rage ran for their lives, including the one with the black egg. Umbra’s egg! With a roar, Ingitus chased after them, only for them to attack him with miniature versions of Malefor’s blasted Dragonators, which the red Guardian saw claiming the lives of many valorous knights in the battlefields during the highs of the war against the Dark Master’s forces. Ignitus was able to use his flames to hold back on their volley, but only barely. The apes continued to run away. Ignitus was about to chase after them, when his fellow Guardians stopped him. They freed themselves as the ropes were eaten away by the Fire Guardian’s blaze. “You won’t be able to handle them if they fire again!” Volteer said to him. “Their combined blast will overwhelm your fire element! It was a miracle you managed to hold back on the first place! We have to leave before they come back!” “To the cave-ways!” Terrador said, his voice sounding as strong and imposing as when he was shouting orders in the battlefield as he acted as a general to the armies. “Now!” Ignitus did not wanted to retreat. He wanted to charge. He wanted to get to those vile creatures who dared to destroy innocent eggs and make their all pay for such unspeakable act of cruelty. However, he knew that they all had a point. They were all trying to get him to retreat for he would die if they went against him, and there would be absolutely no good in him losing his life while trying to get justice for the destroyed eggs. Not when his fellow Guardians needed him. So, with a heart as shattered as those poor eggs, Ignitus and the others retreated into the cave-ways. [center]*****************************************************[/center] That network of caves had been under the temple since it’s construction. In fact, those caves, of which’s existence very few outside of the temple even knew about, were already there before the temple was even erected, and they had been kept as a secret way in and out of the temple, to be used in emergencies if the need for it ever arose. Like right now. The entrance to the tunnels was hidden enough that the Guardians were not worried about the apes finding them anytime soon. And, even if they did, the network of tunnels vast and complex enough that they would take a long time to find their way around them, while all the Guardians knew them like the back of their scaly paws and would find their way outside in a flash. This meant they were safe in there. They could all just sit and rest. With their heads down, their expressions heavy and not saying a single word. Even Volteer, normally the bubbly and positive motormouth of the group, seemed like he didn’t have anything to say on the matter. Even he understood just how serious and dire the situation was. The eggs had been destroyed. The eggs that had been laid over the course of the last twelve years and that were supposed to hatch on the night of the Year of the Dragon, ensuring the future of their kind for another generation, at the very least. Something extremely important in dire and uncertain times, like the ones that accompanied the war against the forces of the Dark Master, with hundreds, if not thousands of theirs being killed in the war, and the ones remaining going into hiding to avoid falling victim to the forces of Malefor. Those eggs were the hope of the dragons. They were the little ones of all of the dragons who expected to see their little ones hatch and grow. Most of all, they were the Guardians’ responsibility. And now they were gone. All of them were gone, just like that. “How could this happen?” Volteer said. He didn’t spoke anything else. No extra commentaries. Not smart remarks. No personal notes on the situation as a whole. Only that one question that would haunt him and the other Guardians for many more years to come. “We were not prepared.” Terrador said. “We did not predict that Malefor’s forces would attack the temple to get to the purple egg. Neither that they would use this chance to destroy the other eggs.” “But why do such thing?” Volteer asked. “They were eggs! Just small, harmless and helpless eggs! Why destroy them?” “To fill us with despair.” Terrador said, “To suffocate our hope and weaken our minds and spirits so we will lose our will to carry on.” “They won’t succeed!” Cyril said, lifting his voice. “We are the Guardians! The chosen ones to ensure and protect the next generations! No matter what happens, we will always be the protectors of the future of Dragon Kind! This will always be our duty, and we will always fulfil this duty, no matter what Malefor and his army of scoundrels try to do!” “But, Cyril...” Volteer said, looking at the Ice Guardian and, for once, not having it in him for calling out for his pomposity. “The eggs have all been destroyed. How can we fulfil the duty of ensuring the future of our kind if there is no more any future to ensure?” Silence followed those words, as each one of the Guardians felt the weight of the reality that carried the Electricity Guardian’s phrases. That was when Ignitus said: “By taking charge of creating a future.” Everyone looked at him, and Ignitus looked at his companions. “My friends, the duty of the Guardians has always been to protect the eggs left under our guard, to ensure they will hatch in the night of the Year of the Dragon, when the two moons align on the sky.” The Fire Guardian said, “We were all told that this would be our responsibility when we were given our titles by our predecessors and told us that we should not fail.” A heavy silence followed this, which Ignitus, once more, was the one to break: “However, as you all recall, we have also been told that, in case the worse happened, there was a safety measure in place. A last resort that, in case everything seemed lost, we would need to use to make sure that our kind would not be left without a future.” Ignitus looked at each one of them. “I believe you all know very well what I am talking about. And what we must do...” Yes, they all knew. None of them said it, but they all did. They all knew exactly what was the “last resort” that Ignitus was referring to, and how they were both shocked for hearing that such a thing even existed, as it was a secret well-kept, even more than the cave-ways. A secret that no one outside of the Guardians knew about, and that was kept for use by them in the direst of the situations, when there seemed to be no hope on the horizon for their kind. A moment like the one they found themselves right now, and they all knew very well. This was something that they all, like their predecessors, hoped never to have to resort to, but that they kept in case they ever needed, and which they would never use without unanimous agreement. With that, the four Guardians moved across the caves, now with a clear goal in mind. Their hearts were still heavy with the loss, but the weigh of the duty was greater, and it forced them to steel their souls and minds and move forward, as they all knew that they could not faulter in a moment like that. There were doors within the caves, built with the passage of the years and centuries. Most of them were vaults for storage, or they were bedrooms in which someone could lock themselves inside and remain safe in the case of an attack. However, none of those rooms interested the Guardians. Except for one. This room was more like a vault. A locked door that could only be opened with the right phrase, which only the Guardians knew. Ignitus stood before the door, and he then recited said phrase. “Yesterday has been unkind. Tomorrow is shrouded in darkness. Allow us access now. Let us reach this glimmer of hope.” And, just like magic, the vault’s door unlocked itself and slowly slid to the side, allowed that room, which has been locked during all the time Ignitus and the others have been the Guardians, was finally open. The lights of the room went on as soon as Ignitus stepped on, revealing a circular room that was barely big enough for two adult dragons to stand together. The room was empty, save for a single chest. Ignitus picked the chest and brought it outside, where the other three waited, the all filled with a type of anticipation as they all knew what was inside of there, and what it could do. And they all knew that they would have to use it. The question was [i]how[/i] would they use it? “Does only one uses it and the other three do what they need to do?” Volteer asked. “Or two of us use it and the other two do what they have to do? Or all of us use it together and we all take on the load as a team?” They all shared looks, as they were not sure. However, they knew that they needed to use it. The whole future of dragons might rely on it. Ignitus opened the chest, and they all looked inside. The inside of the chest was cushioned, as if to protect whatever was inside. In there, there was a flat surface with slots in which, each one looking like it once contained a vial of some kind, by the shape they had. And all of them were empty, save for one. “Just one?” Cyril asked. “It appears the future of our kind has already been threatened before.” Ignitus said, as he reached for the one vial that was left. Made of a glass so delicate it might as well be crystal, with a long thin neck and a bulbous body, the vial was filled with a liquid of pink coloration that had a glow of its own, letting it clear that it had some kind of magic. “So, this is the legendary fertility potion.” Said Cyril, “The one that allows for dragons of the same gender to produce eggs.” Yes, that was exactly it. That was the last resort that Guardians were supposed to use if the future of their kind was threatened. A pink potion that, once drank, would allow for the dragon, either male or female, to be impregnated by another dragon of the same gender and produce offspring. Not only that, but the magic of the potion allowed for a much greater than normal clutch, allowing this dragon to produce the equivalent of whole twelve years-worth of dragon eggs in a single gestation. Especially if they were impregnated by more than one partner. And there was only one vial of it left, being carefully held by Ignitus on his paw with the same care as the purple egg was earlier on that same night. “So... do we share it, or...?” Volteer was about to ask, but Terrador shook his head. “A dragon needs to drink the whole vial of the potion in order for it to take effect, otherwise it will only be wasted.” The green dragon said. “What means that only one of us will be able to take it.” Cyril said, “And this one will become the ‘mother’ of the new generation of dragons.” The dragons all looked among each other, each one silently asking the others if they would like to offer for this job. There was a certain hesitation among them, despite the direness of the situation as a whole. Ignitus couldn’t help but let out an exasperate sigh at his companions’ behavior. That darn male pride... The fact that they were all told that a male who used of the potion was became impregnated would “forever lose the ability to impregnate a female or derive pleasure from mating” was certainly part of the reason why they were so hesitant. “I will do it.” Ignitus said, causing all of them to look his way. “I am the leader.” Ignitus said to all of them. “This is the position was assigned to me by all four of us upon our first meeting after the passing of our predecessors. This means that I am the most responsible for the temple. The destruction of the eggs due to our failure to protect it is, therefore, my fault.” He sighed. “I will take responsibility.” Ignitus said solemnly. “I will be the one to bear the future generation.” He looked at all his fellow Guardians. “You three shall the be ones to impregnate me.” They all looked at him, and then they shared a look among themselves. Ignitus had made his mind about it and he was, and, like he said, he was their leader. If this was his decision, then they could do nothing more than to go along with it. They all nodded, telling him that this would be their honor to do it. Ignitus gave them a nod, and then, he stood before the three of them, sitting on his haunches as he used his two front paws to handle the bottle, carefully removing the cork on the top and exposing the potion for the air for the first time since it was brewed, possible countless generations ago. The smell of the brew soon filled the cave. It was floral, with a hint of citric at the end. Like a perfume. Quite pleasant for a potion that allows males to get pregnant. “You must remember that you need to do your part to make me pregnant.” Ignitus said, “You must not hold back. Even if I seem like I can’t take it, even if a whimper and beg for you to stop, you must continue. You must not stop until you are sure I have been impregnated. The future of our entire race depends on this.” They all nodded at him. “We will make sure you carry our eggs, Ignitus.” Terrador said to Ignitus. Those were words that he never imagined he would ever be saying to his fellow Guardian and old friend. “Do not worry, we shall do our part.” Ignitus looked at all of them. They all nodded at him, and Ignitus nodded back. Then, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Ignitus took the bottle to his mouth and drank the contents, knowing that there would be no turning back once he did. Ignitus flinched, grimacing as the substance made contact with his tongue, but he forced himself to drink it, down to the very last drop. Only after the bottle was completely empty, Ignitus finally allowed himself to cough and retch, gagging as he stuck his tongue out of his mouth. “Ignitus?” Volteer said, worried. “Ignitus, my friend! What happened? Are you sick? Has the potion gone bad?” “N-no...” Ignitus said, still gagging. “Is... this flavor... “What about it?” Volteer asked. “Is it bitter? Or is it overly sweet?” Ignitus rubbed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, and the he said: “Its... bittersweet...” They all looked at Ignitus, and then Terrador spoke: “Like life itself.” Now [i]that[/i] was a pearl of wisdom that all of them would very much appreciate, even joke or laugh about, in any other situation that was not one that involved the survival of their species as a whole. Ignitus had drank the potion, and now the only thing left for them to do was wait. So they waited. And waited. Minutes dragged, and nothing happened. They started to think that the potion had actually gone bad and that it lost its power. But then, that was when Ignitus started feeling something. It was soft on the begging. Like a little bubbling on his stomach, and a little warmth on the pit of his abdomen. However, as minutes passed more, the feeling grew. From a small warmth, it grew into a burning heat, and the bubbling became an unbearable itch inside of his body. A need was growing on Ignitus. A need that caused him to shiver and to moan. His body shivered as the red dragon had to steady himself in all of his four legs to keep himself from landing flat on his belly. His breathing became shallow was labored, and he felt like he was sweating through every pore of his body, located on the spaces between his scales. And, all the while, Ignitus could not stop moaning. “Great Ancestors!” Cyril said, “He sounds like an animal in heat!” Indeed, he did. This did cause the other Guardians to become a little worried and made them want to comfort their friend. However, that was when the smell hit them. An alluring smell. One that hit their nostrils and tickled them, nearly making them want to sneeze, before it suddenly shifted to their brains. What a tantalizing smell it was, filling their lungs and making a rumbling sound come from their chests as they growled unconsciously at the feelings and thoughts coming over their minds. Thoughts about Ignitus. About the things that they wanted to do to him. About how [i]he[/i] was the source of this delicious smell, and who they wanted nothing more than to jump on him and do unspeakable things to him, either he gave them his consent or not. “Ignitus...” Volteer said, panting with his tongue out like a dog as he smelled the pheromonic scent coming from the Fire Guardian. “You smell... so good... so delicious... so alluring... so... sexy...” Terrador growled, his mace-shaped tailblade slamming into the ground as he sunk his claws into the ground, resisting the urge to jump on Ignitus and do things that, while would give himself great pleasure, could seriously injure the red Guardian. “Oh, fuck!” Cyril blurted out, the regal tone gone from his voice as he spoke those words. “I can’t fucking take it!” And he marched to Ignitus with heavy steps. The Fire Guardian ventured to look up, seeing Cyril come to him with the horniest look he ever saw on the features of the proud Ice Guardian. “You fucking cunt!” Cyril said to Ignitus, as he sat on his haunches right before him and, in doing so, he allowed Ignitus to see his dick. Of a pale blue coloration and throbbing with each throb of Cyril’s heart. Pre was already leaking from the tip. “Look what you did to me, you fucking wench!” Cyril demanded. “You better do something about it, and right now, you cherry-colored bitch!” Ignitus panted, his body still shivering with the feeling of a supernatural estrus that hit him, feeling him with a need that was clearly passing to his fellow Guardians through the smells emanating from his body. However, he still tried to form words to try and reason with the dragon currently calling him names and demanding him to “do something” about his raging hard-on. “C-Cyril...” Ignitus tried to say between needy pants. However, before he could say a single syllable more, Cyril’s hand shot forward and grabbed his horn. The next thing Ignitus knew was that his head was pushed forward, and his mouth was now full of dick. “Mmhlmm!” “Enough of this!” Cyril said, “I don’t want to hear a pip out of you, you fucking whore! Now, be a good little bitch and start sucking my dick!” Ignitus was surprised. He was surprised for Cyril using such language. He was surprised for the sudden violent attitude that Cyril was showing, which was so unlike his usual elegant and pompous attitude. However, more than anything, he was surprised for having his mouth filled with a surprisingly cold, throbbing dragon dick that went nearly all the way into his muzzle and into his throat. “Mmm!” Ignitus said around the dick, breathing through his nostrils, and in doing so he breathed the musk coming from Cyril’s pubic scales, and it was making his head spin. “Mmmmm...” Then, something hit him in the cheek hard. Igntius took a moment to understand that Cyril had just slapped him. “Are you deaf, bitch!?” Cyril demanded. “I told you to suck my dick! Do it now!” It was too much. Ignitus was overwhelmed. His head was spinning, his insides felt like they were burning. His loins tingled and ached as his own dick emerged from his slit and started getting hard. There was nothing Ignitus could do but exactly as Cyril asked of him. He started to suck. He sucked as hard as he could, nearly as if he was underwater and trying to draw the air he needed to survive through a straw. And this seemed to please Cyril, if the rumbling, growling purr that was coming from his chest was any indication. “Ohhhh, yeahhhh, that’s the good stuff.” The Ice Guardian said, as his grip on Ignitus’ horn tightened. “Oh, fuck! I haven’t had a good mouth on my dick in years! Let alone one so warm! Keep sucking, you bitch! Put that mouth of yours to good use!” Ignitus didn’t had much choice. Not when Cyril started to put pressure on his head by using the grip on both his horns. He forced Ignitus to pull back until only the head of his dick was resting on the fire dragon’s lips, before he forced him to take it all at once in a single, powerful thrust. This, of course, caused Ignitus to gag and choke around the dick that poked the entrance of his throat. However, not on a single moment, Ignitus stopped sucking. Soon, the cave filled with the sounds of sex, as Ignitus sucked while Cyril thrust into his mouth hard, causing his pubic scales to hit Ignitus’ nose. The place was also filling with the smell of sex, as sweat and musk mixed, casting the place in a cloud of miasma that made the arousal being felt by the present dragons to be heightened, as the supernatural smell of estrus coming from the red dragon’s body was mixing with the others and having its potency increased five-fold. Cyril growled, as he pushed Ignitus off his dick, causing the Fir Guardian to gasp, spit and pre flying off his mouth. He looked up at Cyril but, before he could say a word to him, the Ice Guardian pushed him again, resulting on Igntius landing on his back. His own hard dick swung around, smacking on Ignitus’ own stomach and staining it with his pre. However, Cyril didn’t gave two fucks about it. The only thing interesting him now was Ignitus’ tailhole, which was now in full view as Ignitus was laying and his hind-legs were in the air. Soon, Cyril was walking over Ignitus, and the Fire Guardian could feel that cold stick touching his tailhole. He tried to protest, tried to tell Cyril to wait, or at least to give him time to prepare, only to be slapped in the face and told to “shut up and take it like he slut he was”. And Ignitus had no choice but to do so, as Cyril then started to press. Ignitus grunted as the Ice Guardian’s dick started to force its way into his tailhole which, until that point, had always been an “exit only” hole. However, strangely, despite never having anything into his tailhole before on his life, the moment when Cyril’s dick finally broke the resistance and slid inside of the ring of flesh had little to no pain. Nearly as if his tailhole had been repurposed to now take things inside. However, neither Cyril nor Ignitus thought of how easily the Ice Guardian’s dick slit into that pinkish ring of flesh. They were both too busy getting right into the action. Well, Cyril was getting right into the action, as he started pounding nearly right away. Ignitus gasped and whimpered. However, he soon started to make other sounds as the movements of Cyril’s dick stimulated his anal walls, hitting all his nerves on the right ways and causing Ignitus to squeal and to moan loudly as he was railed by Cyril. “Hah! You even sound like a whore now!” Cyril said, as he continued to fuck the Fire Guardian. “And your slut-hole is taking all of my dick and massaging it so nicely! You like this, don’t you? Of course, you do! Then take it! Take all my dick like the wench you are! Take all of it, you fucking slut!” The moans got even louder as Cyril pounded on Ignitus even harder. His squeals and moans had gotten a feminine tone to them, as pleasure of the likes the Fire Guardian never experienced coursed through his body. He was helpless to do anything to stop Cyril. He didn’t [i]wanted[/i] to stop Cyril, as the need on his body made him crave for the pleasure he was receiving, as he was fucked hard by the dragon currently on top of him, who was certainly enjoying the way that warm hole squeezed around his dick, massaging it nearly as if coaxing him to go even harder. “Oh, yeah. That’s a good bitch...” Cyril said, as he continued to rail the red dragon, who continued to squeal like a bitch as the ice dragon did as he wanted with him. The other two only looked, both their dicks hard and leaking pre as they watched that scene developing before them. At some point, one of them could not take it anymore. Ignitus didn’t noticed that one of the was moving, until he felt a second presence looming over him. He opened his eyes, looking up to see a blue underbelly over his body. “V-Volteer...” Ignitus said, and then a yellow face looked down at him, a look of horniness in the eyes as it smirked down on him. “Ignitus, my friend...” He said, as his hand reached for the fire dragon’s face, gently caressing his cheek. “Allow me to use you.” This was the only warning that Ignitus had, before Volteer grasped hard at his muzzle, guiding it and then shoving his own dick into it. His dick was not as thick as Cyril’s, but it was longer, meaning that it was [i]actually[/i] going into Ignitus’s throat as Volteer thrusted it in and out of his muzzle. So, there Ignitus was, being spit-roasted between the ice and electricity Guardians, moaning like a bitch around Volteer’s dick while Cyril’s pounded in and out of his tailhole like there was no tomorrow. And, all the while, Volteer would not shut up! He seemed to have recovered his voice, and now he would not stop going on about how nice Ignitus’ mouth felt, and how he never imagined that male-on-male sex could feel so delightful. He even tried to give Ignitus his own version of dirty talking, which showed that he was not as good at it as Cyril, as most of it sounded goofy and dumb, and it was honestly starting to annoy Cyril. “Oh, shut the fuck up!” Cyril finally said, as he gabbed Volteer’s head and pulled him into a deep, sloppy kiss. Not because he had any actual desire to kiss him, but because that seemed to be the only way to get him to stop talking without biting his muzzle off. And Volteer was digging into it, and he moaned as he kissed Cyril back. The two of them slobbered on each other’s muzzles, wrapping their tongues together and swapping spit as they continued to rut their respective holes, causing the one dragon under them to moan like a poor little bitch as he had both of his holes ravaged. Ignitus had already lost himself into pleasure, his whole body was trembling and shivering as he was fucked by the two of them. He felt like he could remain in there forever. However, this did not happen, as Cyril soon reached his peak. He broke the kiss, growling and then roaring as he came into the Fire Guardian’s tailhole. His cock throbbing and unleashing his seed, creamy and as cold as snow, into the fire dragon’s tailhole. Ignitus shivered even harder as he felt himself being filled to the brim with that fertile seed, feeling it reaching deep into his being, accumulating inside of him and making him feel fuller than he ever did before. After a while, the orgasm subsided, and Cyril murred as he pulled out. Volteer did the same, pulling his dick out of Ignitus’ mouth. As both unmounted, Ignitus let out a moan. For a few moments, he remained on the ground, his own dick throbbing hard as he felt that cum sloshing inside of his tailhole. Curiously, despite how loose his tailhole felt after such a hard fucking from Cyril, not even a drop of that semen slipped out. Ignitus was soon getting to his feet, shakenly rising on all fours. As soon as he did, he felt a weight landing on his hind quarters. He looked over his shoulder, to see Volteer’s smirking, drooling muzzle right on his shoulder. “We are not done yet, Ignitus.” Volteer said to him as he mounted the Fire Guardian. “I pulled out of your mouth because I was about to cum, and I felt that, since the purpose is to breed and impregnate you, I should do it in the correct hole, otherwise this would all be pointless.” There was no discussing with that logic. Ignitus didn’t had it in him to discuss. Not when he felt Volteer’s dick, wet with pre and saliva, slapping into his thigh, and was reminded of how unbelievably horny he still was. Ignitus shivered, letting out a shaky moan as he managed to say to Volteer: “B-breed me...” Volteer, still smirking, could only say back: “How can I deny such a needy little bitch?” And he went for it, positioning his dick into Ignitus’ hole and plunging it in at full force. Ignitus squeal was like that of a pig. And he continued to squeal as Volteer started thrusting quickly and mercilessly, sending nearly all of his dick in and out of the Fire Guardian’s hole in quick burst of movement, each one causing Ignitus’ hole to tingle with static, especially when the dick speared into him and hit right into the fire dragon’s prostate, causing his squeals to grow all the more high-pitched. Suddenly, the squeals were cut out when a pair of fingers were forced into Ignitus’ muzzle, pressing down on his tongue. “Will your cut out with the noise? You are hurting my earholes!” Cyril said, as he pressed his talons hard into Ignitus’ mouth. “I hate noisy bitches...” Ignitus was only left with the option of moaning around those fingers as Volteer continued to fuck his tailhole hard and quick, moaning as he continued to speak of how nice Ignitus’ tailhole felt, even saying it was better than that of many females he was with on his life. This soon granted him to have fingers shoved on his mouth as well, as Cyril was getting tired of his yapping. They both moaned around Cyril’s fingers as they continued, both losing themselves on the pleasure of their act which was, originally, an obligation they needed to perform in order to save their kind, but now seemed to be devolving into nothing more than debauchery and self-indulgence. For Ignitus, it was too much. He let out a loud moan as he came. His dick throbbed and spasmed, the tip flaring as his orgasm hit. However, not a single drop of cum came out of it. Ignitus had an orgasm, but no cum came out of his penis, nearly as if it was being retained inside of his internal testicles despite the feeling of bliss and release that washed over the Fire Guardian on the moment his dick started to spasm. Only later, when Ignitus reflected about it, he would conclude that his orgasm was [i]internal[/i]. That the effects of the potion he drank made that, instead of being shot out of his body through his penis, his semen was held inside of his body, joining the semen that was already churning inside of him after being deposited into his ass, mixing with it in order to achieve the desired effect... And even more semen joined into it, as Volteer also reached his orgasm. The Electric Guardian practically howled around Cyril’s cold fingers as he orgasmed, Ignitus felt his entire anal passage tingling with something that was nearly an electric shock as he felt that seed being pumped into him. It reached deep inside of him, up his ass and somehow passing through everything that should be on the way and arriving right into his stomach. Ignitus moaned as he felt the warmness on his stomach, as the combined semen churned and mixed, magic working into his body and causing his stomach to be like a cauldron where ingredients were being mixed in order to produce something wonderful... Ignitus was panting as Cyril pulled his fingers out of his mouth, and he was now trying to form words, to say something. However, once more, Ignitus had no chance to say anything, for that was when he was snatched from under Volteer, causing the yellow dragon to land on his side as Ignitus was literally pulled by force from under him. Terrador had always been the physically stronger from all four of them. He was on the army for years, after all, and he was used to have to go into combat and fight dragons who were nearly twice as big as himself. Snatching Ignitus and carrying him with his front legs as he balanced on his hind ones? Now that was easy for him. Ignitus looked up at him, and he saw the growling, drooling face of Terrador as he glared down at him with desire burning on his otherwise stoic eyes. Then Ignitus felt that thing rubbing against his leg, and he looked down. Ignitus had always had the suspicion that Terrador was not only the biggest of them in sheer size, but that he was also the biggest “down there”, and he just confirmed it. That member was so massive that it might as well be a weapon, as it was thicker than Cyril’s and longer than Volteer’s, and it definitely dwarfed Ignitus’ own average-sized dick (as a matter of fact, Ignitus was finding out that, out all of the Guardians, his dick was actually the smallest). Ignitus knew what was coming, as Terrador held him firmly by the hips, lifting him from the ground and putting him into position so his tailhole was aligned precisely with his dick. Ignitus shuddered as he felt the tip of that massive egg-maker poking into his backdoor, and he knew that it would be getting into him one way or another. And Ignitus wanted it to get in. His heat was overwriting his common sense and telling him that he wanted that dick crammed on his ass. So, like the sluttiest of tramps, and the greediest of size-queens, Ignitus looked Terrador in the eyes and moaned out: “Give it to me... Give it [i]all [/i]to me...” And Terrador delivered. The insertion was the hardest, and Ignitus actually felt pain and burning as that massive cock-head was forced into his tailhole stretching his anal passage far more than the gods ever originally intended it to. However, as soon as the head was inside, the pain melted away into pleasure, the burning turning into the most delicious feeling that Ignitus ever had as his ass was filled with that engorged member. And Terrador did not waste any time with foreplay, as he simply started to go to town on the Fire Guardian. Like a fleshlight, Ignitus was lowered and lifted into that dick repeatedly, practically bouncing on it as Terrador used him as he saw fit. Fucking him like a bitch in heat while Ignitus moaned like one and begged for more. And Terrador was only happy to give him more, fucking him hard and making Ignitus bounce hard on his dick. The Fire Guardian’s cock got hard again under those ministrations, as he continued to moan loudly from the pleasure he was experiencing. Tears leaked from his eyes, as the pleasure was becoming too much for him. Terrador barely noticed those tears. He was too busy grabbing Ignitus’ muzzle and forcing his own into it. Ignitus could do nothing as Terrador stole a kiss from him. A long, steamy and sloppy kiss. He slobbered on Ignitus’ mouth as his tongue explored ever inch of it, before forcing itself deep into his throat, causing Ignitus to gag around him, as well as moan even louder around that mouth. “Fuck, look at them go!” Cyril said, as both him and Cyril watched the scene developing before them. “Go ahead, Terrador! Fuck that slut’s brains out!” The Ice Guardian cheered, and Volteer only panted like an old dog by his side as he watched as well. Both were slowly having their members get hard once more, as they watched this scene while still feeling the smell of the delicious pheromones that were emanating from Igntius’ body, making it clear that he was not done being impregnated yet. Ignitus continued to cry tears of pleasure and moan. He had gone limp at this stage, and only allowed for Terrador to use him as he saw fit. He was practically a breathing sex toy at this stage, and Terrador might as well end up breaking him if he went on him any harder. Luckily, the Earth Guardian still had enough restraint, due to years of discipline on the military, to hold back just enough so he would not hurt his friend for real, putting both him and their future litter at risk. However, the fucking he was giving was already hard, and it was enough to cause Ignitus to have another internal orgasm. His whole body quivered as he bounced up and down on Terrador’s dick, moaning on his muzzle as they continued to swap slobber. And soon, Terrador’s own orgasm hit him. He let go of Ignitus’ muzzle, a thick strand of saliva connecting their muzzles as he grunted, gritting his teeth as he buried his dick deep into Ignitus’ tailhole, depositing his fertile, thick earthy seed into the Fire Guardian’s bowels. The amount of cum on Ignitus belly was now so big that it was actually starting to swell, giving the distinct impression that the male fire dragon was on the initial stages of pregnancy, when a dragoness is carrying her clutch. Ignitus trembled on Terrador’s grip, as he Earth Guardian looked at him one more time. Their eyes met. Terrador leaned forward and then he stuck his tongue out, running it alongside the line of Ignitus’ lips. This was all he managed before his eyes rolled out and he fell on his back, drained by the intensity of the orgasm he just experienced. Ignitus moaned as that dick slipped free from his tailhole with a wet “pop”. However, he did not fell with Terrador. Two pairs of scaly forelegs, one blue and one yellow, were not holding him in place. Ignitus blinked, looking to the sides to see that Cyril and Volteer were now holding him, both smirking. “Our turn again!” Volteer said, as they both positioned their dicks on Ignitus’ hole, which was starting to become quite lose at this stage, and then, with a synchronized motion, they shoved both of their dicks on the red dragon’s hole. Ignitus could only throw his head back and moan, as they both started to thrust in synch, sending their dicks in and out of his ass at the same time, stretching him even more than Terrador’s dick did, causing Ignitus’ belly to bounce as much as the fire dragon’s own dick, which was still hard as its owner was subjected to even more pleasure. His mind had already gone blank at this stage, and he just allowed himself to be used like a sex-doll by the two dragons, who growled and snarled as they continue to fuck him. Cyril’s insults and dirty talking and Volteer’s constant babbling seemed distant and sounded like nothing more than senseless worlds to his pleasure-drunk brain. None of their words registered on his mind at this stage. All that did was the pleasure. The unparallel, never-before imagined pleasure of being filled. Of being bred. Of being impregnated. This was a pleasure of the likes Ignitus never experienced before, and that was enough to completely scramble his thought process. All he could do was crave for more as the two dragons fucking him continued to use his body. A third internal orgasm wracked through him as the two guys fucking him filled him to the brim as they both came, causing his swelled stomach to distend even further. “Now you are actually starting to look pregnant, Iggy...” Cyril said, as he ran a taloned hand over Ignitus’ belly. “Definitely got the whole ‘mommy’ look, my dear slut.” Ignitus said something in return. However, it was too unintelligible, nothing more than gibberish from a man who has been rendered unable to even think clearly because of the sheer amount of pleasure he was subjected to. Volteer was pretty much on the same state, as all that came out of his mouth was moaning. The two dragons pulled their dicks out, both flopping about, totally spent from fucking the red dragon. Their dicks were coated with cum, with some of it dripping out of the tailhole, but most of it remained inside, held in place by magic, all of it churning together inside of the Guardian, while Ignitus could only moan as he felt all of that cum swirling and mixing inside of his belly. A moaning growl called their attention. Cyril and Volteer both looked to see Terrador looking back at him, sitting on his butt and looking at them as his penis was, once more, hard as diamond. The two dragons shared a look as they continued to carry Ignitus, as limp as a ragdoll. Soon, this limp ragdoll of a red dragon was being held by the two of them right over Terrador’s dick. “Do it.” Terrador growled at his two companions. Following his words, they both lowered Ignitus into the dick. It slid into his tailhole so easily it was nearly uncanny. Ignitus stirred to life, shuddering as he moaned again. Neither the red nor the green dragons had to do anything. Cyril and Volteer did all the work for them. Terrador could just sit back and relax as his fellow Guardians used their new breeding fleslight on him like two good friends. As they did, both talked dirty to Ignitus, more for their own amusement than to any other purpose. Ignitus, on his end, barely minded, he was too busy moaning like a dying animal as his whole body was made to bounce on that dick, each movement making all of it slid into him, with Terrador’s huge dick hilting on Iggy’s ruined hole with each movement of the limp, trembling Fire Guardian. Neither of them took too long to orgasm, with Ignitus having his third, mind-numbing internal orgasm, while Terrador growled hard as his cock surged for the second time, dumping yet another load on Ignitus’ stomach. Ignitus now looked positively pregnant. Th amount of cum on his stomach, coming from three different sources, four if you counted Ignitus himself with his internal orgasms, made his belly bulge out so much that it was of the size of what one would expect from an eight-months old pregnant woman. Ignitus let out another shaky, drawn-out moan. His entire body shivering, his stomach feeling so full it hurt. However, it hurt in the sweetest, most pleasurable way possible. Ignitus was so limp now that he would not be able to stop the other three if they all tried to fuck him again at the same time. Heck, he’d probably beg them too if he was not so tired that he could not form words! However, they were not wanting to ruin his tailhole even further. They had worked the heat off. Ignitus too could feel as if the fire on his insides had been extinguished. It had been put out by a tidal amount of dragon semen, which now mixed on his body to produce a new generation of dragons. The purpose of the potion was fulfilled. Well, the first of them, anyways. Now Ignitus could relax. His heat ending and leaving behind only a warm feeling of sweetness, elation and fulfilment. A feeling that was shared by his fellow Guardians, spread by the soft pheromonic smell coming from his body, just like his heat was. The three of them purred as they nuzzled Ignitus. Volteer was the first to steal a kiss from him, as his lips found Ignitus and locked in a tender, soft kiss. Cyril was next, as he saw that kiss between the red and yellow dragons and wanted some for himself. He placed a paw on Ignitus’ chin and gently guided his muzzle to meet with his, as they both kissed tenderly like a pair of lovers. And, of course, Terrador would not be left out of this, as he soon wanted a kiss as well. He kissed Ignitus the same way he once kissed his teenagerhood sweetheart, before he departed for the war, when they saw each other for the very last time Ignitus moaned softly as they all kissed him. As Terrador held him in that kiss, Volteer and Cyril both kissed and nuzzled his neck. All of them had their paws on the red dragon’s swollen belly, all of them rubbing it on the gentlest way possible, making Ignitus’ skin tingle on the sweetest way as all of them just shared a moment of tender love after such an intense session of debauchery. As those three nuzzled him, Ignitus felt a new feeling surging on him. A feeling of love. He already loved the three Guardians as his brothers and friends. However, after this, he felt like he loved them in another way. He loved them as males. He loved them as the ones who impregnated him. He loved them as the fathers of his future children. And he was pretty sure that all of them returned the feeling, from the way they all nuzzled him so affectionately. If that was genuine feeling, or just an aftereffect of the potion, Ignitus could not say, neither did he care. All he cared about was those three strong and handsome dragons showering him with affection. From the nuzzles and kisses to the way they all gently placed him into the ground, making sure he was perfectly comfortable before they all laid with him. Ignitus was cuddled and spooned by the three, all of them seeming like they wanted to make the red dragon as comfortable as possible, as well as to put him into the safest place possible in between all three of them, so they could all spring into his defense at the first sign of danger. And then, all of them went to sleep. Normally Ignitus found it hard to sleep with Terrador’s snoring, or with Volteer’s sleep-talking. However, on that night, as they all fell asleep surrounding him, Igntius felt like he had the most peaceful night of sleep he had since the war began. He smiled as he slept that sweet, loving sleep with his three lovers. Too bad that this sleep was suddenly cut off by the sounds of battle and screaming. The apes found the caves, and they managed to find their way on them and eventually reach the four dragons who slept so peacefully. Volteer, with a light sleep, was the first one to notice their approach and, like a meerkat warning the rest of the gang of the approaching of a predator, woke up the rest of the Guardians just as the apes charged at them. “Get out now!” Cylril yelled as he and Volteer used their elemental powers to keep the apes at bay. “Get out of the caves! We will hold them! Run now! NOW!” Following Cyril’s instructions, Ignitus got up and ran with the help of Terrador. He needed help to move with his swollen belly, which now felt like it didn’t only carried cum. He could hear the roars and screams of Volteer and Cyril in the distance, and he knew that they were overwhelmed. Tears accumulated on his eyes as a feeling of loss took hold of his heart. However, Terrador urged Ignitus to keep moving, as they knew that the apes were still hot on their trails. Luckily, they knew those caves way better than the apes, and they had a very good advantage. However, the fact that the apes greatly outnumbered them meant that they could cover a lot more ground in a shorter amount of time. It wasn’t long until they were hot on their trails again, even as the two of them were already on the path of the one tunnel that would lead them to safety. They would be on to them soon, and they both knew it. “Keep moving.” Terrador said to Ignitus. “Make sure our offspring is safe.” Ignitus tried to protest, but Terrador was having none of it. With a slam of his paw, the stones on the ceiling, floor and walls all moved, turning into spikes that completely blocked the path. However, even those spikes of rock would only deter the apes, armed with miniature cannons, for so long. That was why Terrador remained on the other side of the barrier, to fight off the apes and buy Ignitus enough time to escape. He was sacrificing himself to allow Ignitus to escape with the promise of life he carried inside of him. With nothing more to do, Ignitus did as Terrador and the others wanted, and he continued through the tunnel, wobbling under the weight of his own big stomach and wounded heart, while fresh tears streamed down his cheeks. [center]*****************************************************[/center] That was weeks ago. Ignitus had long found his way through the tunnel into a safe passage. The hidden paths of the tunnel making sure that no ape would be able to follow him. Ignitus arrived into a place where he could rest and hide. A big haven hidden within the caves, where some trees grew, and an underground river formed a lake inside. It had all the water and food Ignitus needed, as well as a place where he and his clutch would be safe. And his clutch grew. Ignitus already swollen belly expanded even further as the seed in it mixed and the eggs formed. At some point it was so big that even moving was a great struggle for Ignitus, as he needed to be very careful with moving as not to damage the precious cargo he carried. The fact that he felt his body sore and pained because of the pregnancy did little to help. Most of the time he just laid by the side of the river, drinking the water and occasionally shoving his paws in them to pick up some fish to eat. This was a hard pregnancy for the Fire Guardian. And, eventually, it came the time to give birth. Ignitus felt the first contractions, as his body was ready to expel the eggs, and this caused him to snap out of his stupor and force himself to get on his feet and wobble his way to the nest, which he had improvised with branched and leaves from the trees, and where he planned to lay his eggs. It was a big nest, for Ignitus was carrying a big clutch. The laying process was more excruciating than Ignitus ever imagined it could be. And more pleasurable. As the first egg forced its way out of his tailhole, a mix of pain and pleasure washed over Ignitus. One that made him squeal like a dying pig as tears leaked from his eyes, and that made his dick get hard and start leaking. One egg was out. Then it was time to push the other one. One after another, the eggs came out of Ignitus’ ass, landing safely on the nest the red dragon prepared for them. With each one, his massive belly shrunk ever so slightly. At some point, it became easier to stand. At another, it had shrunk enough that, for the first time in weeks, Ignitus was able to balance on his hind legs, his forepaws carefully holding his belly as he continued to crouch over the next and lay his what was left of his clutch. All the while his dick throbbed and leaked, as the process of laying the eggs caused pressure on both his prostate and his internal testes. A pressure that could only mean that they were being damaged beyond repair. Then, with one final, squealing roar, the rest of the clutch came out in rapid succession, joining the other eggs on the nest. Ignitus cock surged as this last bit of pressure forced his internal testicles to empty themselves for the [i]very last time[/i]. The biggest load of Ignitus’ life shot quite far, landing on the ground before him. Then, shivering, Ignitus fell to the ground, and he laid there for a long while, still save for his labored breathing and by the occasional twitching of his body. His internal testicles and his prostate were both ruined. Ignitus could feel them. They were both destroyed, and he could swear that he could feel both those important parts of his male anatomy shriveling up inside of him until becoming useless husks. That was what their predecessors meant by the potion making the males losing their ability to breed or feel pleasure from mating. It was only natural, with the destruction of those parts that were so important for males to be fertile. Later, Ignitus would wonder if he’d ever even be able to feel anything close to arousal, or even sexual desire, ever again. However, that was for later. Now there was a much more urgent, infinitely more important matter to attend. Urgent and important enough to force Ignitus to move despite the ungodly feeling of exertion and pain on his body. He needed to tend to his clutch. The eggs were filthy. He needed to clean them. Using some water from the river nearby, Ignitus carefully washed all slime and filthiness out of his eggs, until they were clean enough for him to check them for any damage or malformation. They were all intact and perfect. All twenty-seven eggs of his clutch. Eight of them were blue. Seven were red. Another seven were green. Four were yellow. And one, the smallest egg of the clutch, was of the same shade of pink as that of Ignitus’ own mother’s scales. “M-my children...” Ignitus said, as he carefully placed the last of the clean eggs back into the nest. “My little... precious children... my little ones... my treasures...” Ignitus ran a claw over each one of them, taking in how small and fragile they were. He had dealt with eggs for many years of his life, as a Guardian. However, never before he felt this kind of attachment to them. Because, for the first time, those were [i]his[/i] eggs. “Don’t worry...” He said to them, his voice tired and weak. “I’ll protect you... I promise, I’ll protect you at all costs... I’ll love you, and I’ll make sure you all grow strong and happy... for your fathers... for myself... and for every single one of you...” He felt like he could look at them forever, as he laid right by the nest’s side, just watching them. “Still four or five days until the Year of the Dragon... or, was it three? Well... we have... time...” Ignitus said, “So... I’ll just... close my eyes for... a little...” And, before he could even finish that phrase, his head dropped into the ground and, for the first time since the one night when the three dragons who got him pregnant cuddled him into sleep, Ignitus had a peaceful slumber... [center]*****************************************************[/center]

[i]Years later...[/i] “Honestly...” Ignitus said, as he walked across the stone hallways that he and his family, for years, had called home. “Why are those two always doing this?” The “those two” Ignitus was referring to were two of his children. Flame, the little adventurous rascal, and his little sister Ember, who was always following her big brother like a shadow. Ignitus noticed their absence when it was lunch time, as he made the headcount and found himself with twenty-five scaly heads instead of twenty-seven. Normally Flame and Ember were sitting together between Geoden and Glacius, but now they were nowhere to be found. It was not hard to get someone to talk. Elektra seemed only glad running her mouth to tattle on her two siblings, as she told their dad that Flame said he wanted to explore before lunch, and that they wanted to peek on the outside again to see those glowing mushrooms Ignitus showed them a few days ago. “They know that it is not safe going outside alone...” Ignitus said, “I’ll need to have a serious talk with Flame about this. Doesn’t he know that he is putting both himself and Ember in danger?” Luckily, it was not hard finding the two of his missing children. He just had to look on the same cave where he took them to look outside of their cavey home. Soon, he was hearing both of their voices. “Can’t believe we found another one!” Said Flame’s young voice. “I always thought that we were the only ones left!” “And I never saw one of that color...” Said Ember’s small, melodic voice. Then, another voice spoke. This one also young, but it was one Ignitus never heard before. “You two are like me! Wait, you mean there are others!? Where are they!? What are they!? What are you!? What am I!?” That voice seemed rather frantic. Frantic enough that Ignitus wanted to check to see who it was, as it immediately got worried with his children. “Flame! Ember!” Ignitus said, as he arrived on the entrance of the cave and caught sight of his red-colored son and pink-colored daughter. “I told you not to go near the entrances alone! It is dangerous! There could be apes out there! And who are you talking wi-” Ignitus’ words trailed on his mouth, as he gasped as he saw just who his children were talking with. A young dragon of the same age as them, with a golden dragonfly floating near his head, and his whole body covered in [i]purple[/i] scales. “You’re... you’re alive!”