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based on a set of commissions I got of Teenage Zym from season 4 of The Dragon Prince and beyond. This story is meant to take place shortly after the events of the series and still when Zym is a teenager.

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does NOT write NSFW material of minors under most if not all circumstances and only wrote this due to my request and our friendship. As such, do not expect to see material like this from him in the future and to not ask him about this, it was simply a side project he felt like contributing to while writing his own written works.", "writing": "Between the sun-scorched black sands of the Midnight Desert and the mysterious Uncharted Forest lay the Storm Spire, a towering pillar of stone that pierced the clouds high above the verdant fields known as Thunderfall. The name derived from the demise of King Avizandum years before upon the rolling grassy plains; his only remains being a petrified statue of the once mighty dragon. However, his living legacy in the form of his mate Queen Zubeia and his son Prince Azymondias, lived comfortably high above in the great lithic citadel that served as their home, and the standing throne of Xadia.\n\nIt was morning, and Zym slowly awoke in his corner of the massive floral nest that made up the floor of the cave which served as his and his mother’s bedchamber. Zym yawned as he slowly opened his eyes from his unusually deep slumber. He could tell something was amiss, he usually didn’t wake from such a deep sleep this way. Zym’s return to consciousness was immediately met with a cold wetness and the pungent scent of dragon urine.\n\nZym immediately awoke and sat upright. The flowers and greenery in his nest had thankfully absorbed most of the urine, but the flowers were completely unable to hide the smell. Using some leaves to wipe the urine off his slit, he got up and examined the damage.\n\nThe nest was completely drenched and it seemed a little bit of urine had seeped through into the stone floor. The young dragon couldn’t believe it; he had wet the nest like a hatchling! But he had a more pressing problem; how to dispose of the soiled nesting materials.\n\nWhat was even more concerning was how he would explain the hole in the nest to his mother. Zubeia was a behemoth of a dragon, nearly as tall as some Human and Elven buildings and with a wingspan to match. Despite this she was a kind and loving mother, who was deeply devoted to her son. However, her patience was not to be tested, and she held high expectations of the future king..\n\nDeciding that removing the soiled nesting materials was a priority, lest the smell permeate the bedchambers, Zym used his forelegs, which could double as arms when necessary thanks to his opposable innermost foreclaws, to scoop up the vegetation. Biting back a sensation of disgust as he felt the urine-soaked greenery against his scales, he flapped his wings and began to slowly rise into the air as he carried them out of his bed chambers.\n\nThe trip outside was quite easy, considering the task of disposing of the soaked nesting material was as simple as dropping it off the massive tower. Just as he was returning though, the voice of his mother caused him to nearly fall out of the air onto the stone floor. \n\n“Zym? What are you doing up this early? You need your rest, you’re still growing,” Zubeia replied. Her voice was deep and resonant, yet also motherly and loving.\n\n“I was just going to get a breath of fresh air, I guess I just woke up early today,” Zym replied, trying to hide the blush on his muzzle.\n\nZubeia tilted her head and looked at Zym. Despite his efforts, she could smell the faint scent of dragon urine around him. “Zym,” she said. “Is there something you want to tell me?” The way she spoke indicated that it was not a request.\n\nZym’s head and tail drooped at the embarrassment of being caught. “I uhh… I… I guess I must’ve gone pee sometime in the night while I was asleep. Please don’t be mad, I swear it wasn’t intentional.” \n\n“Thank you for telling the truth. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, get some new nesting materials and you can go back to your nest.”\n\n“Okay, I’ll just—” Zym couldn’t get any of the words out before he felt his mother’s rough tongue scraping over his back and neck. He then felt her licking his face. The young dragon shied away. “I can do that myself!” he exclaimed, a blush painting his muzzle.\n\n“I know,” Zubeia said. “It’s just faster and easier if I cleaned you up now. Now, let’s finish up.” She placed a foreleg on his back and pushed him to the ground and rolled him on his back.\n\nZym felt the softer scales of his belly being brushed by his mother’s tongue as she swiftly removed any lingering odors from his scales. He blushed even harder as he felt her tongue cleaning his slit and anus. A strange, yet pleasurable sensation radiated from his slit as the last bits of urine were removed from his scales. He wasn’t sure what the feeling was, though lately he’d occasionally been getting similar feelings at odd times for seemingly unknown reasons. He shrugged it off as his mother finished the impromptu bath.\n\n“There! All done!” Zubeia said. “Now, let’s get the nesting materials and you can get the sleep you missed.”\n\nThe young dragon, muzzle bright red, nodded. He headed over to the pile of greenery gathered yesterday and picked up several of the soft boughs. Heading over to the nest, he piled the boughs over the bare spot. A sprinkling of soft grass and fragrant flowers finished everything off.\n\nWith a gentle nudge on his flank from Zubeia, Zym settled down in the soft nest, curled his tail around himself and went back to sleep. As he fell asleep, she gently nuzzled him.\n\nZym woke up, this time feeling much more rested. As he shifted out of his sleeping position, an odd sensation prompted him to look down. He gasped and blushed slightly at what he saw. His penis was quite stiff and fully extended from his slit. Zym knew that it was where he peed from and that it occasionally came out a little, but never this far, and the sensation of it touching anything was almost overwhelming. He gently poked it with a finger, only to shiver in response to the strong sensation it resulted in. Zym was slightly worried. Was this normal? Why was it so sensitive? And why was it so large and stiff this time? Zym figured there was only one dragon to ask, and the thought of asking his mother felt strangely embarrassing, as if it was something not to be talked about.\nHe got out of his nest and decided to wait for his penis to retract back into his slit. After waiting much longer than usual, Zym peered between his hind legs and saw that he was still erect. Deciding that his embarrassment took second priority to this odd phenomenon, he approached his mother who was peering out over the sea of clouds.\n\n“Did you have a nice rest?” Zubeia asked.\n\n“I did,” Zym said.\n\n“And what about the nest?”\n\n“It’s fine.” He then pawed the ground with a foreleg. “But there’s something else I want to ask…” He shied away, blushing slightly.\n\nZubeia turned to her son. ”Yes?”\n\n“Well, it’s about… my penis,” Zym said. He gestured with his head towards his hindquarters. “I’ve never had it out this long or so far.” A gentle breeze brushed against his sensitive member, making him shudder. “And it feels so…odd.”\n\nZubeia nodded. “Oh, I see,” she said, a brief note of surprise creeping into her voice. She then quickly cleared her throat. “I think it’s time we talked about that.”\n\n“I’m listening.”\n\n“First off, there is nothing wrong with you.” She draped a wing over Zym.\n\n“Oh. So…will it go away?”\n\n“It will eventually,” Zubeia replied.\n\n“But what does it mean?”\n\n“It means that you are growing up. Soon, you will be able to mate and produce eggs with a female. However, you must only mate when the other dragon you are with says that it is okay to mate with them.”\n\nZym nodded. “But why does it feel funny now?”\n\n“Well, your body is, I guess you can call it practicing to mate. Normally, you would court the other dragon and eventually, your penis will come out of your slit, since your body’s expecting you to insert your penis into the other dragon’s vagina.”\n\n“But I didn’t court any other dragon? And what’s a vagina?”\n\n“It’s not something you can control; your penis will come out of your slit occasionally. There’s nothing wrong with it. And a vagina is what female dragons have instead of a penis. It’ll be inside their slit like how your penis is inside yours.”\n\nZym peered between his hind legs. He could see that he was still fully erect. “So, does a female dragon’s slit look like mine?”\n\nZubeia shook her head. “No. And I’ll show you.” She turned around and lifted her tail, exposing a slit between her hind legs.\n\nThe young dragon looked. Other than the size, the subtly raised edges and fleshy interior, his mother’s vagina looked almost the same as his slit. “Oh, I see.”\n\nShe then lowered her tail and turned to face Zym again. “Now then, do you have any more questions?”\n\n“What about this sensation around my slit? It feels almost like I have to pee, but not quite. And it’s starting to feel a bit uncomfortable”\n\n“Like I said before, your body’s expecting you to insert your penis into a female dragon’s vagina.”\n\n“And what if I don’t? Will I get hurt? Will my penis stay out all the time until I mate?”\n\n“Not at all. If you wait long enough, your penis will go back into your slit. If you don’t want to wait, you can rub it until you ejaculate.”\n\n“Ejacu—what?”\n\n“Ejaculate. That simply means ejecting semen out of your penis.”\n\n“Semen? But I pee from there!”\n\nZubeia gave a sigh. “I realize now that I should have probably taught you a little bit of this earlier. Normally by our tradition this sort of teaching would have been the job of your father. I will do my best in his stead.”\n\nZubeia paused for a moment to think about how she would explain this all to Zym without overwhelming him. “Semen is the fluid that male dragons produce and deposit inside a female dragon’s vagina. That’s called fertilization and they can lay eggs afterwards. And don’t worry, while you’re ejaculating, you can’t pee, so you don’t have to worry about accidentally peeing inside a female dragon’s vagina.”\n\n“What do you mean by ‘rub it’? Will it hurt?””\n\nZubeia shook her head. “It should not hurt. What I mean by rubbing it is basically stimulating your penis with one of your hands, like how you’d insert it into a female dragon’s vagina. If you do it right, you should be able to ejaculate.”\n\nZym tilted his head and peered between his hind legs. He was still erect and by now, his loins were actually aching. Deciding to turn his mother’s words into action, he walked over to the nest, laid back in the soft greenery and gently wrapped his right foreclaw against his member.\n\nThe young dragon gasped at the sensation, his member twitching the moment the soft, smooth scales on his hand made contact. \n\n“Zym.” Zubeia’s voice made him turn his head.\n\n“Uh, I thought you said it was okay to do that?”\n\n“It is, but I don’t want you hurting yourself. That part of you is [i]much[/i] softer than the rest of you.” She then gently manipulated Zym’s hand so the claws were safely pointed out and away, and not against his member. “There, much better. You’ll want to keep your claws pointed away so you don’t scratch yourself.”\n\nZym nodded and looked back to his mother. “So I just…rub it up and down?”\n\nZubeia nodded.\n\nThe young dragon did just that. He gasped as a wave of pleasure radiated out from his slit and penis. He instinctively moaned slightly at the sensation. Encouraged, he continued rubbing at a faster tempo. He could feel his hands getting slick with a viscous fluid and his penis twitching as he continued. He quickly began to feel a pressure rising up in his loins. As excited as he was already, he threw any concern to the wind as he pressed onwards, feeling as if he was approaching a new level of pleasure he had yet to have felt. Suddenly, he was hit by a massive wave of pure ecstasy as his hips instinctively thrust forward and his penis throbbed, squirting a large amount of viscous white fluid from its tip. As wave after wave of pure pleasure rippled through him, his penis squirted and throbbed several more times before the sensation began to die down. Zym, breathing hard and fast, laid back into the floral nesting material, feeling a warm and pleasing sensation that lingered even after the power of his climax had subsided.\n\n“Feeling better?” Zubeia asked.\n\nZym, mind still addled with pleasure, merely nodded. His penis had begun to soften and retract into his slit.\n\n“Very good.” Zubeia looked at the nest, seeing it marked with splatters of dragon semen. She then looked at her son; his belly, hind legs and face all bore evidence to his first orgasm. “Now, I think it’s time we cleaned you up and we go about your day.”\n\n“I guess it’s time for another bath?” Zym said, looking at the evidence of his self-pleasure session all around him.\n\n“Hopefully this will be the last one for today,” Zubeia said, chuckling softly at her son’s sarcastic humor. “You remind me so much of your father sometimes. He would be proud.”\n\n“It’s okay for you to lick this stuff off of me?” Zym asked, concerned.\n\n“Of course it is. There’s nothing about it that would harm me.” She then licked his cheek and began cleaning him up.\n\nZym shivered slightly as he felt his mother’s tongue scraping over his belly and down between his hind legs as she removed all traces of dragon semen from him.\n\n“I’m curious… can I lick some of it?” Zym asked, blushing as he did.\n\nThere was one spot that Zubeia had not yet fully cleaned, a small patch on his belly. She carefully scraped the small remaining bit of semen on her claw and offered it for Zym to lick.\n\nZym carefully licked it off of his mother’s claw, and was surprised at the heady, slightly salty taste. It was strangely pleasing.\n\nZubeia finished cleaning Zym. “All right,” she said. “Now that you’re nice and clean, what did you think of that?”\n\n“It was amazing!” Zym exclaimed. “It felt unlike anything I’ve experienced before!”\n\n“I’m glad you enjoyed that. Now you know how to do it whenever you feel the need. However, there [i]are[/i] some basic rules I should point out,” Zubeia said, her playful tone taking a slightly more serious note at the end.\n\n“What are they?” Zym asked.\n\n“You can only mate with a female if they say it is okay. The other races take a [i]very[/i] dim view of mating a female without her permission.”\n\n“Can I mate with a male?”\n\n“Err…” Zubeia trailed off. “I don’t see why not. But the same rules apply. Now, as I showed you before, you’ll want to take care with your claws so you don’t scratch yourself down there. You should never insert anything other than another dragon’s penis into your slit or anus. And even so, you must do so carefully. As for your penis, you must never insert anything into it or insert it into anything that is not another dragon’s slit, anus or vagina. Finally, you must keep in mind that you already are much larger than a Human or Elf. As you age, your size will only increase and you will be larger than many other dragons as well, since you are an Archdragon like myself and your father. This means that you must not attempt to mate with any non-Archdragon or you can severely injure, or even kill them due to the size difference.”\n\n“That’s a lot of rules, why so many? Apart from the safety ones of course.”\n\n“Because sex is considered by all races — Dragon, Elf, or Human — to be the most intimate act possible.”\n\nZym flicked his tail and tilted his head. “But what about what I did before, with my hand?” He raised his right foreleg.\n\n“That’s called masturbation. Really, the same rules apply; except for asking permission of course. However, you should only do it in private; it’s considered offensive by most members of the three races to do that where others can see you.” Zubeia then looked over Zym. “Got all that?”\n\n“I do. Wow, I still can’t believe how good that felt. How often can I masturbate? Is it something that I should do infrequently?”\n\n“You can do it as often as you like, provided it doesn’t interfere with the other parts of your life. Also, just be aware, the more often you do it, the less semen you will produce, and it may feel less gratifying.”\n\n“Okay!”\n\n“Now, you feel ready to begin our day proper?” Zubeia asked in a playful tone.\n\n“Yes!” Zym replied, his tail wagging in excitement.\n\n“In fact, I have something you’ll really like.” Zubeia led Zym over to the entrance to the Storm Spire. Despite it being early afternoon, the sea of clouds still remained, concealing the land below them.\n\nZym followed, his tail wagging as his excitement built.\n\n“Since you have proven your flying skills, and the crisis with Aaravos is finally over,” Zubeia said. “You can now free-fly around the Spire without my supervision.”\n\nZym yipped in excitement as his tail wagged even faster. “Yes! I’ve always dreamed of this, but now, it’s my first true solo flight!” The young dragon was so excited that he failed to notice the rapidly spreading puddle forming under him.\n\nOf course, this did not pass Zubeia’s notice. She watched in concern as Zym urinated on the ground with a total lack of awareness. “Zym,” she said. “I think we have to hold back on your first solo flight for the moment.”\n\n“Aww, but why?” Zym asked.\n\nZubeia said nothing but gently nudged her son’s head to force him to look underneath himself.\n\n“What!? Why now!?” Zym exclaimed as the smell of dragon urine wafted up from the ground.\n\n“I’m not sure, Zym, but this is a bit concerning. First, the nest and now here. I’ll contact the Elves, see if they know anything about this, in the meantime I’ll have them come up with a temporary solution for this, seeing as I can’t have you making puddles around the cave.” Zubeia threw some greenery over the puddle and then tossed the urine soaked leaves and boughs over the edge of the cliff.[i]\n[/i]\n[center]***[/center]\n\nZym sat in his nest as he waited for Zubeia to return. He had made sure to frequently visit the latrine area in a corner of the cave, where a natural crack in the stone led outside and off the cliff. as he was eager to avoid having another accident.\n\nThe sound of massive flapping wings made him turn and he spotted his mother with a large wooden crate clutched between her forelegs. She placed the crate down and went over to the nest. “Zym,” she said. “I got back from speaking with the Elves.”\n\n“What’s wrong with me?” Zym asked, his concern plain in his voice.\n\n“There’s nothing wrong. The Elves informed me that this is a harmless issue that adolescent dragons can have due to their rapid growth. It’s more common in Archdragons, since we grow the fastest around your age. You will outgrow it eventually.”\n\nZym pawed the ground and looked at the large wooden crate. “So, I just have to wait it out?”\n\nZubeia nodded. “Unfortunately, yes. However, this crate has something that will help make this transition easier on us.”\n\nZym cocked his head. “What did they give us?”\n\nZubeia pondered how to say it, but decided that just going for the truth was the easiest way. “Diapers,” she said, pulling off the crate’s lid in a smooth motion.\n\n“You mean those things that baby Elves and Humans wear? The things that they made me wear back in Katolis when I was still a hatchling? Is that [i]really[/i] necessary?” Zym’s disdain for the solution was evident in his tone.\n\n“I cannot have you leaving puddles around the cave,” Zubeia said, her voice taking on a firmer tone as she glared at her son. “This is simply the best way to handle the problem and keep everything clean.” \n\n“Oh come on! What if Ezran comes to visit? I’m supposed to be the prince of all of Xadia and I have to wear diapers meant for hatchlings!?”\n\n“This is not negotiable, Zym, now come help me get this crate open and get the diapers over to the storage area where we keep the nesting materials.” Zubeia’s voice, normally warm and comforting, turned as cold as the storms she could summon, immediately letting Zym know that the discussion was over.\n\nZym sighed and helped unpack the diapers. Zubeia used a claw to pry off the lid of the crate as she grabbed a set of packs in her foreclaw. Zym grabbed two of the packs between his forelegs and flew over to the corner of the cave where they kept the nesting materials. He dropped the pack atop a pile of leaf boughs and returned to assist his mother.\n\nSoon, the diapers were unpacked and the now empty crate placed aside.\n\n“At least I only have to wear them during nesting time,” Zym said as he looked at the nest.\n\nThe sound of crinkling got his attention. He turned around and saw Zubeia with one of the diapers clutched in her foreclaw. The diaper had a distinctive triplet design of rough, asymmetric blue lines patterned across its surface, the symbol of the Sky Arcanum, the element of magic Zym and all Storm Dragons had a natural ability to manipulate.\n\n“[i]Well, the design on it isn’t too bad[/i],” Zym thought to himself.\n\nZubeia walked over to a flat spot in the cave and began setting the diaper down and unfolding it.\n\n“What are you doing? I thought I only had to wear them at night?” Zym said, looking askance at the now open diaper.\n\n“After what happened earlier,” Zubeia said. “I am not taking any chances. For now, you’ll be wearing them constantly.”\n\nZym sighed. “I guess it’s better than having to constantly worry about accidents. Or worse, wetting the nest.”\n\n“Okay, now on your back.” Zubeia gently nudged Zym towards the open diaper and then gently pressed down on his back with a foreleg.\n\nThe young dragon laid down on the diaper and rolled onto his back. To his surprise, the diaper was rather soft. He then obediently laid still as the front of the diaper was pulled up between his hind legs and the four tapes at the waist fastened. Zubeia then gently rolled him over on his side and did up the tail tape.\n\nAfter checking the leg, waist and tail gathers, Zubeia stepped back and Zym got back up.\n\nHe wagged his tail, making his diaper crinkle. It was then he was acutely aware of how thick they were and how they slightly spread his hind legs apart. At the same time, they were also surprisingly soft and oddly comforting. “So…that’s it?” \n\nZubeia nodded.\n\n“I guess it’s not [i]too[/i] bad.”\n\n“Oh, one other thing,” Zubeia added. “The tapes on the diapers aren’t meant to be constantly undone.”\n\nZym’s jaw dropped; the implications of what his mother said instantly struck him. “Wait, so I’m to…use these diapers instead of the latrine?”\n\nZubeia nodded. “It’s not permanent,” she said, nuzzling him.\n\n“But when can I stop wearing them?”\n\n“When you keep the nest dry [i]and[/i] not have daytime accidents for at least seven days, you can stop wearing them.”\n\nZym sighed. “All right.”\n\n“It will be fine, there are worse things,” Zubeia said, nuzzling Zym.\n\n“What will it be like using them?” Zym asked.\n\n“I don’t actually know; it’s something you’ll have to find out for yourself. Now then, your magic tutor Boreas will be here shortly.”\n\nThe young dragon winced; not wanting to be seen in such an infantile garment. But alas, he had no choice.\n\nAnd seemingly on cue, the aforementioned Skywing Elf walked through the cave’s entrance. “Good afternoon, Queen Zubeia and Prince Azymondias,” he said, bowing to the two dragons.\n\nZym blushed and flexed his tail between his legs and folded his wings to try and conceal his diaper. The large pile of diapers off to the side was a little less easy to hide though. “So, Boreas, what is on the lesson plan today?” he asked.\n\n“Very simple, we’re going to be reviewing and practicing your air manipulation and electrical channeling skills, starting with lifting some small objects with air and learning how to aim your lightning onto a small target. It’s mostly nothing new; we’re simply practicing and reviewing today, though we [i]will [/i]be advancing into some new skills with your lightning.”\n\n“Okay!” Zym’s tail flicked as he eagerly awaited the first lesson.\n\n“We’ll start first with [i]Ventum Angulus,” [/i]Boreas said, tossing a feather in the air and using his own magic to suspend it on a column of air. “Now then, I want you to move that feather in a zigzag pattern three times using that spell.”\n\nZym nodded as he concentrated, drew in the energy from the Primal Source and focused his magic. The exercise was trivial: summon a jet of wind, angle it, repeat. Soon, the feather began dancing in midair, propelled by precisely angled gusts. He smiled as the feather continued its aerial dance.\n\n“Excellent!” Boreas said, taking the feather and placing it back in his pack. “It seems you have mastered [i]Ventum Angulus[/i]. Now let’s move onto something a little more challenging. [i]Ventus Validus[/i].” \n\nWhile Boreas, being a Skywing Elf, had to draw the brilliantly glowing runes in the air before unleashing the focused windstorm that kicked up some loose pebbles and blew them out of the cave’s entrance, Zym had no such restrictions. For he was a Storm Dragon and the very embodiment of the Sky Primal Source; his body itself being a conductor for its power.\n\nAs was usual, Zym focused and a small whirlwind began to form around him before it quickly narrowed into a jet of wind that shot all the pebbles in its path out of the cave’s entrance and off into the distance. Boreas watched as the young dragon sustained it for several seconds.\n\n“It seems [i]Ventus Validus[/i] is also no challenge for you, my prince,” Boreas said. “Now, let’s see your electrical manipulation skills. I want you to try the [i]Fulminis [/i]spell, but this time, rather than generally producing lightning, I want you to try and focus it onto this.” Boreas drew a metal rod from his bag and screwed it down onto a small wooden base, with the metal rod poking out the bottom enough to touch the stone floor as a ground. “This will require you to concentrate and focus the lightning onto the training rod.”\n\nZym eagerly nodded. He flared out his wings and soon he was surrounded by a miniature storm of lightning bolts. He looked at the metal rod and concentrated. The lightning bolts began to coalesce into a larger lightning bolt.\n\nThe effort of him concentrating had some untoward effects though. Zym yipped in surprise as he felt a growing warmth between his hind legs. The lightning bolts instantly vanished as he tried to stop himself from urinating but it was to no avail. All the young dragon could do was stand there, tail curled under himself as he helplessly emptied his bladder into his diaper.\n\nAfter what seemed like an eternity, he carefully peered underneath himself. There was no puddle to be seen, but he could see that his diaper had visibly swollen up. “Boreas,” he said. “Can I take a break?”\n\n“Is there something wrong?” Boreas asked.\n\n“Nothing at all, I just need to uhhh, use the latrine.”\n\n“Very well. Just don’t take too long.”\n\nZym walked towards the nesting area of the cave. He took care to keep his tail curled under himself and to face Boreas, lest the Skywing Elf see his used diaper. As he walked, a blush painted his cheeks as he realized the diaper was surprisingly comfortable, despite its current state. Despite the rather sizable wetting it had taken, it was in no danger of leaking and it didn’t feel that wet. Even more mortifying was how each step caused his diaper to sway and rub against his slit and anus in a very pleasant way.\n\nZubeia heard her son’s footsteps approaching. “Isn’t it early for your lessons to be over?”\n\nZym said nothing but headed over to the pile of diapers next to the nesting supplies.\n\n“Zym,” Zubeia said. “Can you please come here?”\n\nThe young dragon’s muzzle burned red as he approached his mother, his tail still held between his legs in an attempt to hide his soaked diaper. “So,” he said, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Can I get a new diaper now?”\n\nZubeia reached between the young dragon’s hind legs and gave his drooping diaper a firm squeeze. The diaper was warm from his recent wetting and rather squishy, but it looked like it would hold up to at least another wetting. Zym bit his lips at how his mother’s diaper check accidentally pressed the urine soaked padding against his most intimate parts in all the right ways. He willed himself to not get erect, but it was to no avail as his penis began to poke out of his slit.\n\n“Well, your diaper’s not full yet and I’d rather not waste them,” Zubeia said.\n\n“Yes mother…” Zym said, his initial urge to protest fading as his penis poked out into the warm and soft confines of his diaper, providing a new sensation that was worth wearing the soaked diaper for.\n\n“Very good. Now then, I’m going to be changing you since I don’t trust you to get the diaper on correctly.”\n\n“Aww Mom, can this get much more embarrassing!?” Zym protested. He resisted the urge to rub his soaked diaper, the tent from his erect penis now clearly visible and the sensation starting to become overwhelming.\n\nZubeia nuzzled him. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to risk you leaking.”\n\nZym sighed and returned to where Boreas was waiting for him. “Excellent,” the Skywing Elf said. “Now that you have returned, I assume there will be no more interruptions for today’s lesson?”\n\n“Yes, Boreas,” Zym replied, taking care to keep his tail tucked in to conceal the tent in his diaper.\n\n“Very well,” Boreas replied. “Now, let’s continue where we left off.”\n\nTaking the clue, Zym flared his wings and focused on the training rod. The air began to sing with electricity as arcs of lightning danced around the young Storm Dragon. Biting his lip, he focused and stared at the metal rod. As he focused, he felt his bladder let go and empty what little urine remained into his soaked diaper. He ignored the brief warmth in his padding that made his loins ache.\n\n“I did it!” he exclaimed as a few of the threadlike lightning bolts coalesced into larger ones and struck the rod.\n\n“You’re making progress,” Boreas said. “But you still have a long way to go; only a few of your lightning bolts were directed and focused. The majority of them are still around you. “Try focusing your energy [i]through[/i] the metal rod, not just on it.”\n\n“Okay!” Zym glared at the rod and drew even more energy from the air around him. Soon, the electrical storm surrounding him began to subside as the lightning bolts began to condense. “I’m doing it!”\n\n“Very good! Now, hold it.”\n\nThe young dragon concentrated even harder and the lightning bolts had finally condensed into a thick singular arc. Of course, it was not to last; the moment that single lightning bolt touched the metal rod, it instantly vanished as the heat surrounding his loins became too much to bear. Zym sighed as he watched his efforts fail.\n\n“Do not be disappointed, Zym,” Boreas said, gently placing a hand on the dragon’s shoulder. “You have made good progress today.”\n\n“So, what is next?” Zym asked, biting his lip as he tried to ignore the aching in his loins as his body begged for release.\n\n“I think we’re done for today. However, I do want you to practice your [i]Fulminis [/i]spell. The next visit, I expect you to be able to focus your lightning into a singular bolt, without the intermediate steps.” Boreas then removed the metal rod and began packing up his teaching supplies.\n\nAs he exited the cavern he bid farewell to Zubeia and Zym. The footsteps of him descending down the trail began to fade out.\n\nOnce he was certain Boreas was out of sight and hearing range, Zym quickly made his way to his nest and lay down on his back. He looked between his hind legs and could very clearly see the tent in his yellowed and swollen diaper that marked his arousal. He gingerly touched the tent, making his body shudder with pleasure.\n\nDeciding to waste no time, he reached into his diaper and took a firm hold of his penis and started stroking. His breath hitched in his throat as he began thrusting his hips as if he were mounting a female dragon. Slippery pre coated his hand, his penis and the inside of his diaper.\n\nAfter several more strokes, Zym pulled his hand out of his diaper and took hold of the tent in his diaper and began stroking. Immediately, the sensation of the warm, wet padding around his penis was nearly overwhelming. Even the knowledge that the warmth was the result of him urinating in his diaper didn’t slow him down.\n\nHe rumbled softly as the fire in his loins blazed and his penis throbbed and ached for release. Zym began thrusting with each stroke of his diaper, his penis being rubbed on all sides by the warm, wet, and soft padding, driving him ever closer to his second orgasm.\n\nAnd that orgasm came sooner than he thought with a brief cry of ecstasy, Zym thrust into the air as he shot his first load of dragon semen into his diaper. But he was not done yet, his penis twitched again as another, even larger amount of dragon semen splattered against the inside of his diaper.\n\nWith that final load, Zym collapsed back in the nest, positively glowing in post orgasmic bliss as the last bit of semen dribbled out of his rapidly softening penis and into his diaper. As he slowly came down from his high, Zym was acutely aware of how sticky, yet slick the inside of his diaper was.\n\nIt was a foreign sensation, but not an unpleasant one. And of course, the diaper made cleaning up much easier as the results were all contained inside the padding. He gently patted his bulging diaper, which sloshed slightly with its captured fluids but was still not leaking.\n\nHe then got up from the nest, his swollen diaper forcing his hind legs apart slightly. A blush painting his muzzle as he approached Zubeia, he shyly looked away. “Um…” he said, trailing off and pawing the ground with a foreleg.\n\nZubeia could smell the scent of dragon semen and urine that emanated from Zym’s diaper. “I see, do you need your diaper changed?”\n\nZym averted his eyes as he nodded.\n\n“There is nothing to be ashamed of,” Zubeia said as she grabbed a new diaper from the pile. “It’s perfectly natural.” Once he was led over to the nest, she gently placed a foreleg on his back and gently pressed down as a signal for the young dragon to lie on his back.\n\nZym did just that, exposing his puffy, yellowed diaper. He said nothing as the smell of his soaked diaper grew stronger and a rush of cool air blew across his diaper area.\n\nHe blushed brightly as his diaper, slick with his semen, was exposed for Zubeia to see plainly. “I see you have been enjoying your diapers,” she said. She then began cleaning him off, using her tongue to gently clean the semen from his scales.\n\nThe young dragon rumbled softly as he was gently cleaned by his mother. He then felt himself being lifted up and the diaper pulled away from him and a fresh diaper set underneath his rump.\n\nSoon, he was back in a fresh diaper and the old diaper balled up and tossed out the cave entrance, where it would eventually decompose like the nesting materials he had soiled earlier, thanks to it having been crafted by the Earthblood Elves from plant-based materials. “Thanks, Mom,” Zym said, getting back up and giving his tail a quick wag, making his fresh padding crinkle.\n\n“You’re welcome!” Zubeia nuzzled him. “Now, do you want to go practice your spells now?”\n\n“Can I continue my free flight?”\n\n“Of course! Just remember, I do want you to practice some today.”\n\n“Okay!” Zym flared out his wings and took flight, speeding out the entrance of the Spire and over the rolling fields surrounding his stony home. Zym decided to try and combine his practice with his free flight, by attempting to fire lightning onto one of the rocky promontories along the side of the Spire.\n\nOf course, this was much more difficult than his simple attempt with Boreas earlier and all he managed to do was fire a diffuse flurry of bolts even less focused than his earlier attempts. \n\n“Oh, come on! Why is this so hard?!” Zym yelled. His only answer was the howling of the high mountain winds.\n\nHe growled softly, frustrated by his futile attempt. He wheeled around and tried for a second run. The attempt wasn’t any better, with the flurry of bolts lightly scoring the rocky spire or just missing completely.\n\nIt was in the midst of these failed attempts that Zym began to feel a familiar pressure in his abdomen, something that he hadn’t quite thought about just yet. \n\n“Oh no, no no! I can’t do [i]that[/i] in this diaper! I’ve already pushed my limits too far!” Zym said to himself, the wind obscuring his voice from being overheard. Another pang of pressure in his abdomen finally forced him back to the entrance to the cave, where he confronted Zubeia on his predicament.\n\n“How was your flying dear? Everything all right? I expected you to be out longer,” Zubeia asked.\n\n“I uhhh, I’ve[i] [/i]gotta, gotta [i]go,” [/i]Zym replied.\n[i]\n[/i]Zubeia tilted her head. “You seemed not to mind too much earlier.”\n\nZym kept his tail clenched against his rump. “It’s different this time. I’ve gotta… y’know…” He averted his eyes, not wanting to outright say what he had to do in his diaper.\n\n“Remember, dear, you have to use your diaper for everything. The tapes won’t hold up if you keep taking them on and off.”\n\nThe young dragon whined. “But Mom!”\n\nZubeia shook her head. “Zym,” she said, her voice taking on a firmer tone. “I am not going to waste a diaper, the Elves spent a lot of effort crafting these just for you.”\n\nZym felt his tail start to hike as he felt the pressure starting to grow around his abdomen. He forced his tail down. He whimpered slightly, not wanting to do [i]that[/i] in his padding.\n\n“Shh,” Zubeia said, nuzzling his cheek. “Just let it out like you were using the latrine.”\n\nThe young dragon began to relax slightly as his mother continued nuzzling him. He allowed his tail to lift up and he slowly bent his hind legs into a squat. That action combined with a gentle push caused the first bit of dragon dung to drop into the seat of his diaper and a gentle stream of dragon urine to dampen the front of his padding.\n\n“Come on, keep going.” Zubeia gently petted Zym’s muzzle.\n\n“Okay,” Zym said, keeping his eyes averted as he pushed again. This time a larger mass of dragon droppings exited his anus and settled into his diaper\t.\n\nZubeia smiled as she watched Zym’s diaper bulge out under his tail as he pushed some more. By now, the smell of dragon dung was very obvious, making Zym blush. “Very good,” she said. “Just get it all out in your diaper.”\n\nZym then gave one last push, emptying the rest of his bowels into his diaper. His muzzle was ablaze at the fact that he had just soiled a diaper with his mother’s encouragement…and while she was watching. But at the same time, it felt oddly enjoyable with the way his mess weighed down his diaper.\n\n“Are you done?”\n\nZym nodded as he walked over to the nest, his full diaper swaying with each step.\n\n“Let’s see how full it is,” Zubeia gently patted the diaper with a foreclaw, noticing that the front of the diaper was a bit squishy. Another pat, towards the back of the diaper detected several lumps of dragon dung inside.\n\nZym’s muzzle was ablaze as he felt the urine soaked diaper pressing against his slit. Thankfully, Zubeia didn’t press so hard as to smear the contents of his diaper all over his rump. A gentle press on his back from his mother’s foreclaw induced him to gently lie down in preparation for a diaper change.\n\n“There, was that so bad?” Zubeia asked, gently giving his soiled diaper another affectionate pat.\n\nThe young dragon shook his head. “No,” he said. He then nervously tapped his foreclaws together. “Uh, I actually kind of liked it.” He wrinkled his muzzle at the scent of his own leavings as Zubeia undid the tapes on his diaper.\n\nZubeia was a bit taken aback at his confession, regardless, she continued using some soft leaves to clean up \n\n“Uhh, mom?” Zym asked, blushing furiously at the prospect of what he was about to ask.\n\n“Yes, Zym?”\n\n“Can I uhh, can I wear these even after I don’t really [i]need[/i] them anymore?”\n\n“Why?”\n\n“Well…” Zym looked away. “I really like how they feel.”\n\nZubeia opened the new diaper and slid it under Zym’s rear. “Well, as long as it's not hurting anyone, I don’t see why not. I can kindly ask the Elves to keep making them, I’m sure they won’t ask too many questions. But there’s always the basic rule that it shouldn’t interfere with your life.”\n\n“Okay!” Once the diaper was fastened, Zym got back to his feet. “So, about those diapers, will you have to change me constantly?”\n\n“Well, for now, I’ll be changing your diapers, but I do want you to learn how to change yourself eventually,” Zubeia said, throwing the soiled diaper and the leaves she had used to clean the young dragon off the cliff.\n\n“Oh. Okay.” A blush painted Zym’s muzzle at the thought of his mother changing him. It was embarrassing but, at the same time, there was something oddly appealing about it.\n\n“Now, enough about diapers,” Zubeia said. “I remember Boreas saying that he wants to see your [i]Fulminis[/i] spell take the focused form by the next time he sees you. Which means you’ll be practicing until I get back with dinner.”\n\nZym sighed as a gust of wind blew through the cave. He watched as his mother took flight and launched herself out into the late afternoon sky. The young dragon looked at a particularly large stalagmite in a corner of the cave. Unlike the others, this one had a faintly glowing blue vein running through it, characteristic of the ancient stone the spire was crafted from. He could sense that it would be a good conductor for his lightning.\n\n“Well, might as well get started.” The young dragon stared at the stone formation and flared his wings. Tapping into the Sky Primal Source, he allowed its power to flow through him. The air began to hum as lightning bolts began to dance along his outstretched wings. Drawing deeper from the Primal Source, Zym was soon surrounded by a miniature thunderstorm, the cave echoing with the crackling and snapping of lightning bolts.\n\nHe stared at his target and focused; the filigree of lightning bolts surrounding him began to coalesce into thicker, more brilliant strands. And that started a chain reaction as the miniaturized thunderstorm began to abate, replaced by a singular, brilliant blue-white streamer that hung in the air.\n\nZym then dropped the barrier holding back the lightning bolt and sent it straight into his target. This time, without the distraction of his aching loins, he was able to hold it and focus it. After several seconds, he cut the spell.\n\n“I did it!” he exclaimed to the empty cave. While he was able to hold the spell on target longer than before, he still required the intermediate step of coalescing the diffuse lightning bolts.\n\nOut of curiosity, he carefully reached between his hind legs and gave his diaper a quick squeeze. He was rewarded with some crinkling noises. Zym sighed in relief as he found out that he managed to keep his diaper dry during the test…though he attributed that to not having anything in his bladder and bowels to void.\n\n“Might as well take a quick break and try again,” he said, leaping out into the dusk sky.\n\n[center]***[/center]\n\nZubeia soared over the land of Xadia as she rode the thermals. Flying over the plains and due South, she reached the woods that marked the Easternmost border of the Moonshadow Forest where it crossed the river and joined the Souther reaches of the Uncharted Forest to the East. Zubeia had to remain mindful of where she hunted. Too far to the Southwest and she would encroach on the Moonshadow Elves’ territory, and although allies, she still wanted to respect their boundaries. Too far to the East and she risked straying into the Earthblood Elves’ territory, or worse, Rex Igneous’ territory. She winced at the thought of having to argue with the grouchy aging Archdragon of the Earth. He had once had a bitter rivalry with her mate Avizandum for the throne and it had left her in an awkward position as Queen. Ever since his failed attempt for the throne, Rex had valued his privacy, and took poorly to interference from the politics of the outside world. The Queen hunting in the forests around his mountain would most certainly not go over well. Minding her bearings, she flew Southeast, over the forest. She descended and slowly flew over the treetops as she searched for prey. As a Storm Dragon, adapted best for hunting from on high, her eyesight was extremely keen, and was easily able to quickly monitor the gaps in the trees for any signs of prey. She quickly spotted a trackway on the ground in between the trees, clearly the evidence that a Banther had recently passed through. She changed her flight path to follow the tracks. \n\nA well-kept secret among Storm Dragons was that those who were especially well attuned to the Sky Arcanum and thus electricity, could even detect the faintest signals of the brains of nearby creatures. Having studied the Sky Primal for over a millenia, Zubeia’s skills were unmatched, even more so since the death of her mate. As she drew closer to the source of the tracks, she focused her mind on the Sky Arcanum and searched for the faint electrical signals given off by the body of a Banther. Her muzzle twitched as she caught a signal to her left, and she quickly made an adjustment to her course. As the signal drew clearer, she flew even lower, skimming barely just above the treetops. A deep rising hum of electricity filled the air as she charged up, preparing to fire a deadly blast of electrical fury at her target from her maw, enough to kill it before she even set her claws on its furry hide, negating the need for a struggle. Although significantly smaller than herself, Banthers were still quite large and could easily injure her if she did not dispatch it quickly. This, not to mention the bitter memory of the time she had been nearly killed by the bite from a dark-magic corrupted Banther was further reason to simply electrocute the ground dwelling apex predator rather than attempt to kill it by melee alone.\n\nA blinding flash of light lit up the dusk sky and the air was rattled by a deafening crack that echoed through the forest as her lightning bolt made a direct hit. She flew towards the wisp of smoke gently wafting into the air and landed at the site. There, in the middle of a crater of scorched grass and dirt lay a fully grown Banther. She carefully approached it, the pungent smell of ozone and singed fur still lingering in the air. Her wings remained flared and small arcs of electricity played along the edges as she kept her electrical powers at the ready. She searched again for the electrical signals of a living Banther, and found none.\n\nSatisfied that it was completely dead, she picked up the Banther and took off before other Banthers, or even more dangerous animals arrived.\n\n[center]***[/center]\n\nZym looked at the stalagmite…or what was left of it. The air had the pungent biting scent of ozone and scorched rock.\n\nAnd the smell of a teenage dragon who had spent too long in his soaked diaper.\n\n“Wait until Boreas sees what I can do!” he said, admiring the half-melted stalagmite surrounded by a small glassy patch. Smaller glass beads were scattered around from the powerful lightning strikes.\n\nThe sound of flapping wings made him turn to the entrance, now showing the night sky with its myriad stars twinkling. “Mom!” he exclaimed, watching Zubeia land and place the slightly burnt corpse of a Banther on the ground. “Look!” He gestured with one of his forelegs to the half-melted stalagmite and the glassy patch around it. In his excitement at showing off the improvement he had made, he began dribbling into his soaked padding.\n\nHe took notice of the Banther. “Is that dinner?”\n\n“Yes it is,” Zubeia replied. She then took note of the pungent scent of dragon urine. “But first…”\n\nZym was then acutely aware of how soaked his diaper was, with the way it tugged at his waist and forced his hind legs apart. That and he could even feel the wetness from his latest accident. Despite all of this, it was not uncomfortable, in fact, these sensations added up to be rather pleasing. He pawed the ground and averted his gaze. “Uh, can I…wear this diaper for a while?”\n\nZubeia was taken aback. “Well, I guess,” she said. “But let me check to see if you’re going to leak.” She went behind Zym and gave his swollen, yellowed diaper a few squeezes.\n\nThe young dragon bit his lip as the diaper sloshed with each squeeze.\n\n“You’re absolutely [i]soaked[/i]. But I think your diaper will hold one more wetting. Now, let’s eat this Banther I caught.”\n\nZym, aglow with his mother’s approval to wear his soggy diaper some more, nodded and bent his head down to the Banther carcass, tearing a sizable chunk out of it. The meat was extra tender, as well as slightly cooked, thanks to Zubeia’s hunting methods, albeit it [i]did[/i] leave it tasting slightly charred around the edges.\n\nThe duo ate dinner in silence. Soon, the Banther was completely devoured, leaving little more than bones and undesirable viscera behind. Zym allowed his mother to lick his muzzle clean.\n\n“There,” she said. “Now that you’re all clean, do you want to practice your spells more?”\n\nZym, feeling a familiar sensation between his hind legs, shook his head. “I’m kind of tired from practicing my [i]Fulminis.”\n\n[/i]“That’s okay. Now, remember, a young dragon needs their sleep, so I expect you to be in your nest at a reasonable time.”\n\n“Yes, Mom.” His muzzle then reddened slightly. “Uh, can I have some privacy to…[i]go[/i] in my diaper?”\n\nZubeia tilted her head. “But you didn’t have a problem with going in your diaper before?”\n\n“But that was different.”\n\nThe elder dragon nuzzled her son. “It’s no different to me. Besides, I need to change you afterwards so you don’t leak.”\n\nZym shied back but nodded. “Okay. I’ll do it here.” He spread his hind legs and his tail lifted. A spot of warm wetness spread between his legs as hot dragon urine gushed out and into his waiting diaper. He blushed slightly as the hissing noise of him flooding his diaper seemed to echo through the cave.\n\n“All done?” Zubeia asked, watching Zym lower his tail back down. There wasn’t much change in the state of his diaper as it was already thoroughly soaked prior to his most recent wetting.\n\nZym nodded, the warmth and surprisingly pleasant humidity embracing his hindquarters a clear reminder of what he had just done in his diaper.\n\n“Let’s get you changed then.” Zubeia took a new diaper from the stockpile and watched as Zym waddled over to the nesting area, his hind legs forced apart by the swollen, drooping diaper.\n\nAs was usual, she gently placed a foreleg on his back and pushed down to signal for the young dragon to lie on his back.\n\nZym did just that. A blush painted his muzzle as his sodden diaper audibly squished and some fresh urine was squeezed out of the padding and into his scales. He bit his lip as Zubeia gently gave the bulging, yellowed diaper a few squeezes and pats.\n\n“Well,” Zubeia said. “Good thing I was here to make sure you changed after using it so much! Just a little bit more and we’d have a puddle to clean up. Now, I assume everything is already in your diaper?”\n\nThe teenaged dragon nodded and the sound of the diaper’s four tapes being undone echoed through the cave, filling the Spire with the mingled scents of stale and fresh dragon urine. \n\n“My [i]goodness[/i] Zym! You certainly needed a change!” Zubeia exclaimed at the sight and smell of Zym’s thoroughly soaked padding. The entirety of the diaper’s interior was stained yellow from the captured urine and it was an absolute miracle that there were no leaks.\n\n“I know,” Zym replied, shivering at the sudden chill around his diaper area. “But it feels so nice!”\n\nZubeia paused for a moment, briefly surprised by her son’s open statement about his enjoyment of his diapers. “Well, I guess there’s nothing wrong with it. Now hold still so I can bathe you.”\n\nThe young dragon shivered as he felt his mother’s soft tongue removing all the traces of urine from his diaper area and belly. “Come on, can’t I do that myself?”\n\n“Remember, Zym, I’m going to be changing you for the foreseeable future. But I suppose I can find some way for you to clean yourself.” She looked at the dripping stalactite in the corner of the cave. One that had a wooden basin under it to catch the drops of water so it didn’t flood the cave. [i]I wonder if I can make a bathing pool for the two of us? [/i]The elder dragon thought to herself as she continued cleaning her son.\n\nZym sighed in relief…and maybe just a bit in frustration as his mother stopped cleaning him. He felt himself get lifted up and set on the fresh diaper. The young dragon laid still as the four tapes at the waist and the tail tape were all done up. A quick check of the leg, tail and waist gathers by Zubeia ensured the diaper was snug. He then got back up and gave his tail a quick wag, confirming the diaper was securely fastened on him.\n\n“Now then,” she said, nuzzling her son. “It’s important for a young dragon to get plenty of sleep.”\n\nWithout a word, Zym went over to the nest, crouched down, curled his tail around himself and soon fell asleep.\n\n[center]***[/center]\n\nZym stirred in his sleep. He almost always dreamed at night, but tonight his dreams took on a different feel than usual. \n\n[i]He was lying in his nest next to his human friend Ezran. At first nothing seemed off, until he suddenly realized that Ezran wasn’t wearing his usual attire. In fact he wasn't wearing anything at all. \n[/i]\n[i]The young dragon eagerly stared at Ezran’s nude form. The human chuckled softly as he approached and placed a warm hand on his muzzle. \n\n“Don’t be shy,” Ezran said, stroking the dragon’s snout.\n\nZym rumbled softly in contentment as he nuzzled him. “I’m not, but I’ve never been so close to you while you were nude.”\n\n“Well, why don’t we get a little closer?” Ezran moved his hand down to Zym’s flanks and began petting him. Soon, the young human’s hands were moving closer to the dragon’s hind legs. \n\nZym felt heat rise in both his cheeks and loins at the gentle stroking.\n\n[/i]Meanwhile, Zym was curled in his nest. A faint trickling noise was heard as his bladder gave way and a stream of hot dragon urine splashed into his diaper. The thirsty padding swelled as it absorbed his flood, leaving behind a pleasing warmth. Zym was still sound asleep, completely ignorant to the state of his diaper.\n\n[i]“There, I think we can start now..” Zym’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt Ezran’s gentle hands massaging his slit. His penis slowly emerged under the stimulation. \n\nZym rumbled softly as Ezran continued his ministrations. Before long, Zym’s penis was fully extended from his slit and throbbing slightly.\n[/i]\n[i]“Let’s take care of that, shall we?” Ezran then firmly, but gently took hold of the young dragon’s erect penis. \n\nZym gasped at the sensation; it was similar to his first masturbation attempt, but the human’s softer hands provided a level of stimulation he had yet to feel.\n\n“Are you enjoying it?” Ezran asked.\n\nZym simply nodded as his tail flicked in excitement.\n\nWith that acknowledgement, Ezran began gently stroking Zym’s penis. He bucked against Ezran’s hand, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through his body.\n\n“I knew you’d enjoy that,” Ezran said, continuing to stroke even faster.\n\nZym moaned as he felt precum starting to drip into the nest.\n\n[/i]The young dragon was deep into his dream as he bucked against an imaginary hand. A small bulge was visible in his swollen diaper.\n\n[i]Zym’s mind was practically blank with pleasure as Ezran pleasured him. His breathing had become ragged and the heat and pressure in his loins became unbearable. And then it happened.\n\nThe young dragon arched his back and his tail hiked as a mindblowing orgasm wracked his body. His legs quivered as semen splattered onto the ground. After what seemed like an endless flood of pleasure, Zym began to regain control of himself. The postorgasm afterglow was like nothing else he had experienced and all he could do was sink down onto the ground and cuddle with Ezran.\n\n[/i]Zym bucked against the air as he ejaculated into his soaked diaper. Of course, he still remained asleep but the evidence for his dream lay in the smile on his muzzle and the twitching tent in his diaper as he emptied the last drops of his semen into his padding.\n\n[center]***[/center]\n\nZym purred as the morning light danced across his muzzle, filtering in through the various skylights in the roof of the cave.. He quickly got up from his nest and shook the sleep off himself. He quickly looked around the nest, which was completely dry.\n\nHe sniffed the air. There was still the pungent scent of dragon urine hanging around. He then looked underneath himself and saw his overnight diaper, swollen and yellowed with a night’s worth of urine, dangling between his hind legs. Indeed, the diaper was full enough that he could actually feel the humidity trapped inside his padding.\n\nZym gave his rump a quick shake, causing his soaked diaper to sway. The sensation caused the slick interior to rub against his slit in the most pleasing way.\n\n“Good morning, Zym!” Zubeia said, giving her son a quick nuzzle. “How did you sleep?”\n\n“Good!” Zym exclaimed, his tail wagging. “My nest’s all dry too!”\n\n“Very good!” She then gave her son’s diaper a quick squeeze. “The same can’t be said about your diaper though.”\n\n“I know.” He then noticed the spare diaper Zubeia was holding in one of her foreclaws. “I guess it’s time for a fresh diaper,” he said, seemingly melancholy about having to give up his well-used one.\n\n“Yes, but you know the routine before I change you.” Zubeia then looked over the younger dragon.\n\nZym nodded as he raised his tail. A gentle hissing noise was heard and Zym sighed in relief as he emptied his bladder into his diaper. He bit his lip as the warm liquid splashed against his genitals before being absorbed. After what seemed like an eternity, he was done and the inside of his padding was pleasantly warm and humid.\n\n“All done?”\n\nThe young dragon shook his head as he bent his hind legs into a squat. Zubeia watched as the rear of Zym’s diaper began to tent out as he pushed a sizable mess into his padding. She couldn’t deny that there was something oddly adorable about watching him fill a diaper.\n\nAfter some time passed, Zym sighed in relief. His diaper hung lower than before and a familiar smell hung in the air. “Okay, I’m all done.” A faint blush on his cheeks indicated how he felt about the action.\n\n“Okay, let’s get you into a fresh diaper and ready for the day.” She gave his full diaper an affectionate pat.\n\nAs was usual, Zym laid on his back and allowed his mother to change him into a fresh diaper. \n\nAfter that was done, Zym got back up and wagged his tail, making his diaper crinkle in a satisfying way.\n\n“You certainly seem to have taken to wearing diapers fairly quickly,” Zubeia said, nuzzling Zym affectionately.\n\nZym returned the nuzzle and even licked his mother’s cheek. “Well, they are comfortable to wear…and…” He trailed off, shying away slightly. “I, uh, enjoy using them because it feels nice.”\n\n“Well, like I said yesterday, as long as it’s not interfering with your life, you can wear and use diapers.”\n\n“Thanks!”\n\n“Now, then you are free to do whatever, but I want you to be practicing your spells in the afternoon.”\n\n“Okay. Can I go flying?”\n\n“Of course, but remember what I said earlier.”\n\nZym flared out his wings and took to the air. With a gust of wind, he sped out of the cave and took to the skies. Zubeia watched as he dove, rolled and twisted in a remarkable display of aerobatics, his diaper proving to be no hindrance to him at all.\n\nThe hours passed with Zym proving his mastery of the skies. After his flight, he landed back at the cave. His mother was nowhere to be seen.\n\nThe young dragon figured she was out hunting. The swollen diaper between his hind legs swayed with each step, but he paid it no heed. A blush painted his cheeks as he realized that the diaper was evidence of him indulging in something taboo, yet enjoyable: urinating in flight, even if his diaper was there to catch it.\n\nOf course, he felt his penis start to poke out as his warm, moist diaper rubbed against his slit. Not wanting his mother to come back and change him while he was fully erect, he decided that he should deal with it before she came back.\n\nZym went over to the nest and lay down on his back, his swollen diaper jutting out from between his hind legs and squishing slightly with the action. The visible tent in his diaper was a clear indication of his arousal. Without wasting any time, he slipped a hand down the front of his diaper. The inside of his padding was pleasantly warm and humid, further fueling his arousal.\n\nHe gasped as he gently wrapped a hand around his penis and began stroking. A gentle pressure in his bladder prompted a new, naughtier idea.\n\nGiving a gentle push, warm urine streamed out of him, splattered against the inside of his diaper and cascaded all over his hand and diaper area. Blushing at the forbidden nature of his act, the musk of his arousal combined with the scents of fresh and stale dragon urine sent his arousal even higher. His penis strained at the soft, squishy interior of his soaked diaper as Zym began rubbing himself, his penis throbbing with each stroke.\n\nThe young dragon panted as he bucked against his hand. Pre leaked out, coating his hand, shaft and the inside of his diaper. He could feel himself getting close. So engrossed was he in his world of pleasure that he failed to notice the sound of Zubeia landing and dropping another Banther carcass off.\n\nZubeia looked around the cave and saw that Zym was nowhere to be seen. Of course, she didn’t have to look far since she could smell him. The larger dragon padded over to the nest and saw Zym, hand down his diaper and bucking against the air as he pleasured himself.\n\nShe smiled as she watched the tent in his diaper twitch with every stroke.\n\nZym then cried out in ecstasy as he orgasmed, bucking hard against his hand as he emptied his seed into the confines of his sodden diaper. He laid back and pulled his urine and cum covered hand out of his diaper. So engrossed was he in his post-orgasm afterglow that he failed to notice his mother watching him masturbate.\n\n“Well, looks like someone could use a fresh diaper,” Zubeia said, watching as the tent in her son’s diaper recede as the last of the semen dribbled into his padding.\n\nZym’s muzzle went bright red as he realized he had just orgasmed into his diaper while she was watching. That and the sticky hand was a clear giveaway as to what he had been doing.\n\n“It’s okay,” Zubeia said, giving her son a gentle nuzzle and a playful squeeze on his bloated diaper. “I know you’re a growing dragon and you have those urges.” She chuckled. “Well, at least the diaper keeps everything contained so there’s less to clean up.”\n\nZym wriggled as his diaper squished under his mother’s touch. He was still riding high on his orgasm and the warm, slick and sticky interior of his diaper was incredibly pleasant. “I don’t wanna change yet.”\n\nZubeia chuckled softly as she gave the swollen diaper some firm squeezes, kneading the squishy, sodden diaper against Zym’s groin. “Your diaper says otherwise.” She gave the diaper another squeeze. “Look at this, it’s about to leak!”\n\nHe bit his lip as the urine saturated gel was rubbed against his slit. The stimulation caused his penis to protrude slightly. He involuntarily bucked against his mother’s hand.\n\nThe elder dragon felt Zym’s penis poking at her hand through the diaper. “Well, it seems like you still could use some help.”\n\nZym nodded. He laid back, spreading his hind legs and exposing his yellowed diaper. He purred softly as he felt his mother’s hand kneading and rubbing the squishy diaper against his slit and rapidly hardening penis. He arched his back and thrust into Zubeia’s hand as she continued playing with his diaper.\n\nAlready sensitive from his previous orgasm, it didn’t take long before another, smaller load of dragon semen found its way into his diaper. He moaned and bucked, his penis twitching as he squirted into his saturated padding.\n\nZubeia watched with a smile as Zym’s penis visibly twitched under his diaper as he orgasmed into his padding for the second time. \n\n“There,” she said. “Now that you’ve emptied everything into your diaper, let’s get you all nice and clean for lunch.” Zubeia gave his thoroughly used diaper one last affectionate pat as she went to go get the changing supplies.\n\nZym lay back as his thoroughly soaked diaper was removed. He wriggled slightly as he felt his mother’s tongue cleaning him up. With practiced hands, Zubeia soon had Zym in a fresh diaper.\n\n“There, feeling better?” she asked.\n\n“I guess,” Zym said. While a fresh diaper did feel nice, he did have to admit, he was more partial to wet diapers.\n\n“Now then, let’s eat this Banther and you can practice your magic.”\n\n“Okay.”\n\nZym took a bite out of the Banther carcass. The tender but slightly cooked meat exuded a smoky flavor, and was a particular favorite of his. The two dragons ate in silence. Soon, nothing but bones and viscera were left behind. Zym then went over to the wooden tub and took a large gulp of water.\n\nBelly full, Zym then went over to the scorched stalagmite that he had previously used as his target for the [i]Fulminis [/i]spell. Flaring his wings and tapping from the Sky Primal Source, Zym was pleasantly surprised that there was no rise time as he was immediately surrounded by a miniaturized lightning storm. This time felt different however. Without the distraction of his arousal, and with more experience than before, he could sense the Primal Source flowing through him in a way he had never noticed before; as if it were more than just a tool, but an actual [i]part[/i] of him.\n[i]\nI wonder…[/i] Zym thought to himself as he took a deep breath of air. A rising hum in the air coincided with the plates on his belly and neck glowing one by one up to his throat as he charged up in preparation for his first ever lightning breath. The young dragon glared at the target and focused, his eyes glowing a brilliant blue as he poured as much of his energy as he could into a powerful exhale. A brilliant blue-white arc of lightning flew forth from his open jaws and struck the stalagmite. The stone, for a split-second, glowed white hot, before exploding into a shower of molten glass beads. \n\nWith a cry of exertion, he collapsed onto his haunches, his blood pumping with endorphin and adrenaline. The burning white aura around Zym faded as he slowly laid down onto his forelegs. The air reeked of ozone and molten stone while beads of rapidly cooling glass decorated the surrounding area. All that was left of the stalagmite was a small glassy bump on the cave floor.\n\n“My goodness, Zym!” Zubeia said, her attention having been grabbed by the roar of thunder. “Boreas will be pleased to see how much you’ve improved! I know he wants you to go straight to the lightning bolt without summoning a storm around yourself, but he’s sure to be impressed by the sheer power you’re displaying. Have you ever attempted a lightning breath before?”\n\nZym shook his head.\n\n“It is very rare for a storm dragon to display such power at your age. You have certainly inherited your father’s extreme affinity for the Sky Arcanum. His abilities were the stuff of legend, and his knowledge of the Sky Arcanum was unmatched. He would be [i]very [/i]proud of you,” Zubeia said, praising her son’s achievement.\n\nZym beamed with pride at the thought of his father’s legacy.\n\nHer tone then took on a much firmer and serious tone. One that he had heard only once before. “He would also warn you though, as will I, that such attacks are to be used sparingly, and only on enemies you wish to kill. Lightning breath is a very strenuous activity even for grown Arch-Dragons, and it will tire a young one like you out very quickly.\n\n“More importantly, this is a [i]very[/i] dangerous and lethal spell. I expect you to treat this new magic with great respect and use it responsibly, am I clear?”\n\nZym nodded.\n\n“Good, now, shall we take a break from magic for today?”\n\nZym nodded. “I am curious about one thing though.”\n\nZubeia nodded. “Is it about your magic?”\n\n“Well…” Zym pawed the ground as he shied away. “It’s about… mating.”\n\n“What about it?”\n\n“Well, I still don’t really know how I’m supposed to mate with a female…”\n\n“I see,” Zubeia said. She then nodded her head. “Well, without your father to show you the way, I guess there’s really only one way to show you.”\n\nZym nodded. “Yes, Mom?”\n\nZubeia herself blushed, a sight very few living beings had seen, as she thought about what she was about to ask of her son. It was completely harmless; she wasn’t in season so she wouldn’t be able to produce eggs. The thought was just unusual. “Zym, I want you to…to mate me. I will guide you through the process.”\n\n“What?” Zym tilted his head. “Isn’t that wrong or something?”\n\n“As I said before, I am giving you my permission, therefore it is not wrong,” Zubeia said reassuringly.\n\n“Okay.”\n\nZubeia then carefully removed her son’s slightly damp diaper, placing it aside. “Okay,” she said. “Notice how you are not erect right now?”\n\nZym peered between his hind legs to confirm what his mother was saying. “Yes, so…do I masturbate until I become erect?”\n\nThe elder dragon chuckled. “Of course. Now, lie on your back so I can show you.”\n\nHe did just that, spreading his hind legs. He gasped as he felt his mother’s tongue gently brushing across his slit and diaper area. Almost immediately, he felt his penis starting to emerge from his slit.\n\n“That’s called foreplay,” Zubeia said. “A female dragon will do that to a male to arouse him and prepare him for mating. Now then, it is expected that a male will reciprocate in order to prepare a female. \n\nZym moaned softly as Zubeia again gave his slit and penis a long stroke with her tongue, bringing Zym’s penis to full mast.\n\n“Ok Zym, now it’s your turn to pleasure me.”\n\n“Okay… how?” Zym asked.\n\n“I’m going to lie on my back, and I’ll guide you through the rest from there, ok?”\n\nZym nodded as he stood up, his erect penis gently swaying between his legs.\n\nZubeia stepped over into the nest and gently laid down. Despite her care, her sheer size still caused the ground to shake slightly as she laid back. \n\n“Okay Zym, now I want you to come over to me and I’ll show you how to pleasure a female prior to mating.”\n\nZym nodded and softly walked over to his mother’s tailbase. As he did, his penis swayed between his legs in an oddly pleasing way. With his approach, his mother spread her legs, revealing her already slightly swollen vagina.\n\n“Okay Zym, now, I want you to gently lick my vagina. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt, it will feel very good for me.”\n\n“Are you sure this is okay? It just feels… [i]odd.” [/i]Zym said.”\n\n“Zym, this is one hundred percent [i]your[/i] choice. Another number one rule with sex is that [i]both[/i] partners must be willing to have it, not just the female. If you would rather not do this Zym, just let me know and I’ll try and teach you some other way.”\n\nZym blushed as he thought about how he was feeling. Deep down inside, he felt a strange urge to go on, seeing his mother’s spread legs and flushed vagina in front of him fueled an inner desire within him that he hadn’t quite felt before. If anything, the semi-taboo factor made the feeling all the more powerful. \n\n“Let’s keep going, I’m willing to do this,” Zym said, his erection stiffening up a little.\n\n“Excellent, now sit up on my tail and gently lick my vagina. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to go on.”\n\nZym, with his newfound desire, gently climbed up onto Zubeia’s tail and took a look at his mother’s vagina. It was slightly moist, with a pink, fleshy slit surrounded by raised edges which appeared almost swollen. \n\n“Don’t be shy Zym, feel free to give me a good time, I promise this will feel good for both of us,” Zubeia said reassuringly.\n\nZym bent his head down and gave his mother’s slit a sniff. It had an odd, yet slightly sweet smell almost, Zym couldn’t quite put his claw on it. Cautiously, he gave the soft flesh a gentle lick. The taste was quite unique, again, odd, yet strangely sweet. He tried again, this time with a longer stroke of his tongue. He felt his mother shift slightly and a groan echoed through the cave. \n\nZym lifted his head back. “You okay mom?”\n\n“Oh Zym, I’m just fine, that felt [i]very[/i] good, keep going.”\n\nZym bent his head back down and continued licking. Again, he felt his mother shudder and moan with pleasure. He suddenly noticed that her vagina was beginning to slicken with more juices, and the raised edges around it had swelled up a bit more. \n\n“Okay Zym, I think I’m ready to move on to the next step. Zym, this is the most important part. Now that you’re fully erect, and I’m prepared, it’s time for you to insert your penis into my vagina. \n\nBy this point, the strange urge deep down to mate his mother had grown to a full-on fire. Zym stood up and carefully straddled his mother’s tail, while positioning his penis directly above her vagina. \n\n“Don’t worry, this will be very fun for both of us. Go on Zym, mate me, and spare no energy, trust me, your father was quite energetic when it came to mating, so don’t worry about hurting me.”\n\nNeeding no further instructions, Zym slid himself into his mother. He gasped as Zubeia’s vagina took a firm grasp of his penis, the warm, soft walls massaging his shaft in a way that his hand could never match. \n\nAlmost involuntarily, he began to buck against his mother, her forelegs spasming slightly as Zym’s penis stimulated her powerfully. Despite the immense size of her vagina compared to Zym’s penis, the sensation was still enough to stimulate them both quite well. \n\nZym began to pant with both arousal and exertion as he began to rapidly slide himself in and out of Zubeia’s vagina. Both he and his mother were slick with their natural lubricants, the sound of their combined moaning and squelching echoing through the cave.\n\n“Oohhh, Zym, you feel soo goood!” Zubeia moaned.\n\n“Unhhhh, Mom, this feels so good! Being inside you is amazing!” Zym exclaimed between breaths as he increased the speed of his ministrations.\n\nZym continued thrusting, his breath hitching each time Zubeia’s inner walls stimulated his penis. Meanwhile, Zubeia moaned in pleasure, her needs being met for the first time since the loss of her mate. Before long, she began to feel her own orgasm approaching, as her muscles clenched and her back arched.\n\n“Ohhhh Zym, I’m getting… oooohhhh!”\n\n“Mom, I’m getting close! I think I’m gonna cum!”\n\n“Oh, Zym, you’re…” Zubeia cried out as she grabbed Zym with her forelegs as she came, her vagina milking Zym’s penis.\n\nZym felt his mother’s juices splash against his groin as her walls contracted tightly around his penis, rapidly sending him over the edge as he had his most powerful orgasm yet, thrusting deep into his mother as he fired rope after rope of his seed into her, bucking back and crying out in sheer pleasure.\n\nThe two then laid in the nest of leaves and fragrant flowers as they basked in their orgasmic afterglow. After a few minutes of the two enjoying each other’s company, Zubeia licked her son on the cheek.\n\n“Okay Zym, now that we’ve covered mating,” she said, untangling herself from her son. “I think it’s time we covered what to do after sex.”\n\n“So,” Zym asked. “Is it like anything after masturbation?”\n\n“It’s pretty similar, but the only difference is you’re supposed to pee afterwards.”\n\n“So, do I use the latrine area or my diaper?” Zym’s muzzle was slightly reddened at asking such a question\n\n“Latrine area,” Zubeia replied. “You don’t want to keep what you’re flushing out trapped in your diaper.”\n\n“Okay.” He then walked over to the section of the cave that had been designated as the latrine area. He carefully backed himself over the small crack in the cave floor, lifted his tail and emptied his bladder. He sighed in relief as he did so, shaking his rump slightly to ensure everything was clean.\n\nThe younger dragon then stepped aside to allow his mother to do the same. A torrent of urine surged out from her vagina as she emptied herself down the crack. She performed the same rump shake as he did.\n\n“Now that the first step is finished,” Zubeia said. “Clean up is pretty much the same.” She gently placed a foreleg on Zym’s back to signal for him to roll over. He twitched and shuddered slightly as he felt his mother’s tongue cleaning up his post-coital mess.\n\nZym then got back onto his feet. “So, uhhh… How should I clean you?”\n\n“Well, you can clean me like I did for you, or you can use leaves.” Zubeia turned towards him and lifted her tail, exposing her vagina.\n\n“I think… I think I’ll just do it myself.” Zym blushed as he realized he was enjoying these activities with his mother.\n\n“Very well, you may proceed.”\n\nZym nuzzled up to his mother’s vagina and inhaled the scent of urine and arousal that emanated from her slit. He carefully extended his tongue and licked the droplets of liquid off her puffy lower lips.\n\nZubeia shuddered as her son’s soft tongue caressed her most intimate parts. “Very good,” she said.\n\nZym paused as he tried to process the tastes on his tongue. He could taste the somewhat sweet and salty flavors of her orgasm fluids overlaid with the sharp, metallic bitterness of her urine. He smacked his lips a bit.\n\n“Is something wrong?” she asked.\n\n“No. It’s just a…different flavor than I’m used to.” With that said, Zym continued licking his mother clean, eliciting moans of pleasure from her.\n\n“Oohhh Zym, that feels [i]very[/i] good, just be sure to clean everything thoroughly,” Zubeia moaned softly.\n\nZym licked up the last remaining moisture from Zubeia’s nether regions, relishing in the flavor.\n\n“Okay, that’s good enough, Zym. You certainly know how to please a female, you’ll do just fine,” Zubeia said as she gave a final sigh after their session.\n\n“I uhh… could we… y’know…” Zym averted his eyes and pawed the ground.\n\n“Yes, Zym?” Zubeia asked\n\n“Could we maybe do this again sometime?” Zym blushed as he spoke.\n\n“I suppose why not, though I would like to eventually teach you our ancient rituals on finding a mate of your own at some point. I suppose for now, it’s a way for both of us to satisfy our needs, especially since I lost Avizandum.”\n\n“Females get these feelings too?” Zym asked, his curiosity sparked.\n\n“Yes, we do,” Zubeia said. “Remember what I said earlier about how sex isn’t just for the pleasure of the male or female alone, and it requires cooperation of both?”\n\nZym nodded.\n\n“It also means that we can feel arousal and we need to have it satisfied as well. A quick addendum to what I said earlier. After you have sex, both you and your mate should be satisfied.”\n\n“Oh, and one more [i]very[/i] important thing. You do not need to worry about this with me because I laid your egg only a few years ago, but female Storm Dragons can only produce an egg after sex during a particular part of their lives, which in our species occurs once when the female is around the age of sexual maturity — around your age Zym — and only once every one thousand years after. \n\n“The rituals will go into further details on this, but you must remember that if you do not wish to have an egg immediately, you can either not have sex in the first place, or consult with the Earthblood Elf herbalists. They have access to a particular supplement that, when consumed by a female, can prevent her from laying an egg if you have sex right afterwards. Again, this must also be okay with the female. If she wants or does not want an egg, you must find a compromise or simply avoid sex for the time being.”\n\nZym nodded as he took in his mother’s words. “Okay, so now what?”\n\nZubeia looked at her son’s nude form. “We need to get you diapered.”\n\nThe young dragon turned around and looked at his currently unpadded rear. “Oh, right,” he said. A slight blush painted his muzzle as he imagined himself having an accident right in front of his mother. “All right. Also, I’m kind of tired, can I take a nap?” Zym asked as he laid on his back and allowed Zubeia to re-diaper him.\n\n“Of course, I’m also rather tired as well, hunting the Banther and then us having sex, I could use a bit of nap myself,” Zubeia replied as she finished diapering up her son.\n\nZym blushed at what he was going to ask. As a teen, he hadn’t slept with his mother in a while, but now that they’re relationship had become more intimate, he felt that sleeping with her was under a more mature context. “Can I uhh, sleep with you?”\n\nZubeia chuckled. “Of course Zym, why would I say no to that? Come here, let’s get cozy, it’s still early and we should have plenty of daylight left after our nap,” she said, laying down in the nest and gesturing for Zym to come lay by her head.\n\nZym’s tail flicked involuntarily in happiness at the response of his mother. He quickly walked over and nestled into the nest by his mother’s muzzle, his padding crinkling conspicuously as he did so. \n\n“I love you, Mom.”\n\n“I love you too Zym, let’s get cozy and get some rest. You tired me out good earlier. I haven’t had such a good time since before I lost your father.”\n\nZym purred as he felt his mother’s forepaw gently press him against her warm muzzle.\n\n“I wish I could have known him,” Zym said, looking out into the sky as if he could see his father flying in the clouds.\n\n“There, there Zym, he would be [i]very[/i] proud of you. Do not feel bad, he still lives on in you,” Zubeia replied, gently nudging him closer to her muzzle.\n\nZym purred softly as he snuggled his mother. Before long, the two were sound asleep, the sound of Zym’s snoring drowned out by the deep, rumbling sound that was his mother’s own snoring. \n\n[center]***[/center]\n\nZym awoke, and gave a yawn. He felt his mother shift as she too returned to the waking world.\n\n“Sleep well Zym?” Zubeia asked.\n\n“Like Rex Igneous himself,” he replied.\n\nZubeia chuckled. “At least you’re not as hot-tempered as that grumpy old stone-muncher.”\n\nZym nearly laughed out loud at hearing his mother openly insult the Earth Arch-Dragon. Although nobody dared say it to his face, his grumpy attitude was well-known by many. Zym knew it from experience, having personally met the arch-dragon once; the encounter was not a pleasant one.\n\nZym gave a stretch, feeling his warm, and thoroughly soaked diaper crinkle and squish between his legs, forcing them apart slightly.\n\n“I smell a certain teenage Storm Dragon that needs his diaper changed,” Zubeia said coyly, gently nosing her son.\n\nZym blushed at the comment of his mother, “Yeah, I am pretty soaked.”\n\nZubeia nudged her muzzle up to Zym’s sodden diaper and sniffed, her act squishing his warm, wet padding against his slit. He bit his lip as the act sent a sudden surge of arousal through him. “You certainly are. Let’s get you changed. Do you have to pee right now?”\n\nZym blushed at his mother asking him if he had to pee. “Um,” he said, pawing the ground slightly. “I have a weird question to ask.”\n\n“Go on.”\n\n“You know I like wetting my diapers. But I want to…uh, try doing that without a diaper on.”\n\nZubeia was taken aback slightly. “Well, that’s an…odd thing. But as I said, as long as you aren’t hurting anyone you are free to do as you wish. Now, if you are planning on ‘experimenting’, I don’t want you doing it near the nest. I will be cleaning you afterwards and you will stay in a diaper for the rest of the day.”\n\n“I understand, do you know of a better place?” Zym asked, still averting his eyes.\n\nZubeia blinked her eyes as she thought about it. “I really shouldn’t be teaching you this before you learn its intended purpose. The Sky Nexus, the platform at the summit of this spire, is the focal point of the Sky Arcanum’s energy. Because we are Storm Dragons and are intimately linked with the Sky Arcanum, Avizandum and I found out many centuries ago that any…activities done there are…enhanced in a way. \n\n“Because the platform is stone, it may be less comfortable than the nest, but on a warm day like this the stone should be warm. Also, it makes cleaning up much simpler. You can just use [i]Ventus Validus[/i] to blow anything off the platform. I would suggest doing any ‘experimentation’ up there. We are so high up here that few others are up ever there, even other dragons. As such, you will have plenty of privacy despite being in the open.”\n\n“Okay!” Zym said, flaring out his wings and taking off into the early afternoon sky.\n\nZubeia gave a smile at her son’s eagerness to pleasure himself. She remembered how equally horny her mate had been on a regular basis. It seemed Zym was a chip off of his father’s block.\n\nReaching the Sky Nexus was a trivial task for Zym as he shot straight up into the sky. Soon, he found himself looking at a stone platform, surrounded by an array of small stone pillars. The platform itself was decorated with a complex filigree of spiraling, glowing blue veins. They were not superficially painted on, it was as if somehow they had been crafted right into the stone platform itself. So intense was the energy of the Sky Arcanum that Zym could feel the power coursing through him even though he had not set foot on it. \n\n“If I could feel so much energy just being [i]near [/i]it, what would setting foot on it feel like?” he mused aloud. The young dragon gingerly landed on the stone platform and gasped as the Sky Arcanum’s energy flowed through him. The sensation was almost overwhelming in its power, but at the same time it was…[i]exhilarating[/i]. As if suddenly his senses were heightened and his blood filled with adrenaline.\n\n“Mom wasn’t kidding about how powerful this place is,” Zym muttered. His body tensed up, every muscle coiled as if preparing for the greatest flight of his life. As his mind was filled with the thoughts of what he had planned, the interaction of the Sky Arcanum’s energy also boosted his mood and feelings, amplifying them beyond anything he had previously imagined.\n\nAnd that manifested itself in a burning heat in his loins. Zym deftly removed his soaked diaper, and placed it aside as he carefully laid on his back, exposing his belly to the warm sun and taking in the pleasantly warm stone. A blush painted his muzzle as he realized what he was about to do and the arousingly taboo nature of the act.\n\nAlready, he could see his penis emerging from his slit thanks to his arousal. A gentle push was all he needed to start the urine flowing. Unlike his previous “accidents” that were all contained in a diaper with the absorbent materials holding the heat of his urine against his groin, this time, the warm stream of urine gracefully arced through the air and splattered on his chest.\n\nThe liquid quickly spread out, covering his chest and running down beneath him. Zym simply laid there, basking in the warm bliss of his release and the taboo aspect of the act amplified the sensation. For what felt like an eternity he laid there, his stream arcing from his penis and splashing onto his chest, a sizeable puddle of his urine forming on the stone beneath him. Eventually, he had emptied his bladder all over his chest and belly, and he was lying in a veritable pool of his urine.\n\nNow, with the act completed and the naughtiness of it making his loins ache for further release, he carefully took hold of his still erect penis, wet with fresh urine and began stroking. He moaned and bucked against his hand as waves of pleasure rippled through him at the slightest touch. Even the high of his first orgasm was a candle compared to the inferno of passion and arousal that flooded his body thanks to how the Sky Arcanum amplified his senses.\n\nThe warm sun and rocks; the smell of fresh dragon urine; the raw power of the Sky Arcanum and his vigorous ministrations all conspired to drive his pleasure to seemingly impossible heights. A few minutes in, he felt as if he was on the edge of the greatest orgasm of his life.\n\nZym continued stroking his member — aching for release — as he arched his back and thrust into his hand. He could feel the wind and sun starting to fade into the background as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.\n\nAnd before he could process what happened, with one last buck, he had possibly the greatest orgasm of his life. A veritable jet of dragon cum fountained into the early afternoon sky and landed in ropes around him, splattering on his chest and muzzle. Zym’s vision was blurry as motes of light danced before his eyes from his mindblowing orgasm. He bucked again as another powerful wave of pleasure rocked his body, as another long rope of dragon cum surged forth from his throbbing penis. He laid back on the warm stone as his penis twitched and a final, smaller jet of dragon cum splattered onto his belly.\n\nThe minutes passed as Zym basked in the afterglow of his supernaturally powerful orgasm with the smell of sex and urine swirling around him. He rumbled in pleasure and closed his eyes as his penis began to soften and retract back into his slit as he slowly came down from his orgasmic high. After the afterglow began to fade, he got back up to his feet and looked around.\n\nHe had been lying in a shrinking puddle of dragon urine and globs of dragon cum were splattered around where he had been lying. His diaper, its swollen and yellowed interior exposed to the air, also had been marked with dragon cum.\n\nZym blushed at the thought of putting his soaked diaper back against him, but he realized that he didn’t really know how to diaper himself. Keeping in mind what his mother had told him, he drew on the energy of the Sky Arcanum as the winds began to dance around him. With barely any effort, the winds coalesced into a maelstrom that scoured the rocky landscape clean.\n\nSatisfied that he had left the Sky Nexus as he found it, he galloped towards the edge of the plateau and leapt off, flaring his wings as took to the skies and dove straight down.\n\n[center]***[/center]\n\nThe flapping of wings quickly got Zubeia’s attention. She craned her neck to see Zym gently alighting on the stone platform. She smiled as he strode into the cave.\n\n“Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked.\n\nZym nodded. “You were not kidding about the power of the Sky Nexus,” he said, the lingering energy still permeating his veins. He then watched as his mother padded over to the open crate and retrieved a familiar garment.\n\n“Now Zym,” Zubeia said. “Just like we had promised before, you’re getting a bath and staying in diapers for the rest of the day.”\n\n“Yes, mother.” The young Storm Dragon obediently stood still as he felt his mother’s soft tongue removing the scents and fluids from his earlier escapades.\n\nA few minutes later, Zym was on his back and Zubeia was gently licking his belly clean. He bit his lips as she cleaned his diaper area, sending a brief tingle of pleasure through him. “Now that you’re all cleaned up, let’s get that diaper on you before you make a mess,” Zubeia said, unfolding the diaper.\n\nZym obediently lay down on the opened diaper and with practiced hands, the four tapes at the waist and the tail tape were all secured. He squeezed his hind legs together, feeling the comforting bulk of his new diaper.\n\n“There, all done!” Zubeia gave her son’s diaper an affectionate rub, making his padding audibly crinkle.\n\n“Thanks!” Zym got back to his feet and nuzzled his mother’s foreleg.\n\n“By the way, Boreas will be arriving soon. He wants to see if you’ve made any progress.”\n\nZym smiled at the thought of showing the Skywing Elf his newly learned lightning breath spell. He was sure that Boreas would be most impressed by it. That said, he was confident that despite his mother’s admonitions that it was an extremely exhausting spell, he’d draw the energy from the Sky Nexus and not make a fool of himself by collapsing from exhaustion in front of the Skywing Elf. “So when will he be here?”\n\n“Right about now,” a familiar voice said. The Skywing Elf walked in through the cave’s entrance. “Good afternoon, Queen Zubeia and Prince Azymondias,” he said with a bow.\n\nZym, of course, made sure to angle his body so his diaper was not visible to Boreas. “I’ve been practicing!” he said.\n\n“Excellent!” Boreas said. “Now, I assume this means you can cast [i]Fulminis [/i]without forming a lightning storm around yourself?”\n\nZym smiled. “It’s a bit more than that. But I’m not comfortable demonstrating it here. I’ll meet you up in the Sky Nexus.”\n\n“Very well.”\n\nZym then exited the cave, taking care to conceal his diaper, and soared into the sky. As Boreas watched him take flight, he started drawing some runes into the air. A gentle breeze that rapidly picked up in intensity swirled around him, lifting him off the ground.\n\nZubeia watched as Boreas walked on the air, supported by the swirling winds. “I can take you to the Sky Nexus myself,” she said.\n\n“I wouldn’t dare impose that on you, Queen Zubeia. Besides, [i]Levare Ventum[/i] is a simple spell,” Boreas replied as he walked off the cliff, standing in midair. Soon, the winds picked up and he gradually rose higher into the sky.\n\nZubeia took flight after Boreas.\n\n[center]***[/center]\n\nZym’s mind and body hummed with excitement as he waited for Zubeia and Boreas to arrive. His tail swished back and forth, making the crinkling of his diaper sound like roaring wind to his ears.\n\nThe energy he was drawing from Sky Nexus made his whole body tingle as it begged him to unleash its elemental might. He had only performed the lightning breath once and it was just mere hours ago.\n\nHis senses perked up as he heard his mother alighting next to him. She immediately sensed his apprehension. “Zym,” she said. “You will do fine. After all, you have your father’s affinity for the Sky Arcanum.”\n\nThe younger dragon nodded. “I know, but I’ve only done this once before.”\n\n“And it was a success. Up here, at the focal point of the Sky Arcanum, it should be a trivial task.”\n\nIt was then Boreas peeked over the edge of the platform as he rode his invisible platform of wind to the Sky Arcanum. He then walked as if descending a set of stairs until he touched the ground. Even though his affinity to the Sky Arcanum was miniscule compared to that of the two Storm Dragons, he could still feel the rush of energy emanating from the gently glowing blue runes that marked the pillars and ground. “Well, now that everyone is present,” he said. “Zym, would you please demonstrate what you have learned?”\n\nZym confidently strode forward, not even caring if his diaper was visible. Boreas raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. His priority was not what Zym was wearing, but his imminent demonstration. Zym flared his wings and took a deep breath, drawing in the immense energies of the Sky Arcanum. His belly scales started to glow, almost imperceptibly at first, and then they started to shine a brilliant white. One by one they lit up along his breast and neck until they reached his throat. The air hummed with electricity as he continued focusing. The arcane energies were building up within him and now all he had to do was focus. Both Boreas and Zubeia’s hair began to stand on end slightly as the electrical energy flowing through Zym permeated the surrounding air.\n\nBy now, Zym’s belly scales glowed a brilliant electric blue, nearly blinding to mortal eyes. With a roar of triumph, he fired a massive lightning bolt — more a solid pillar of light — from his mouth into the sky.\n\nWhere the lightning bolt intersected the clouds, a massive wave of secondary lightning rippled through them, the roar of thunder booming off into the distance as rain began to lash the Thunderfall Plains.\n\nThe blinding flash from his lightning breath left a glowing aura, a halo of electric light surrounding the supercharged teenage Storm Dragon. The aura gradually faded away, revealing a very proud Azymondias. Silhouetted against the darkening sky — for a brief moment — Zubeia and Boreas both swore they saw the likeness of Avizandum himself in Zym’s form, wings outspread, mane blowing in the wind. Down below the Storm Spire, as the shockwave of lightning spread across the darkening sky. A sight not seen in centuries, the Elves knew. A King was soon to return to Xadia.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Between the sun-scorched black sands of the Midnight Desert and the mysterious Uncharted Forest lay the Storm Spire, a towering pillar of stone that pierced the clouds high above the verdant fields known as Thunderfall. The name derived from the demise of King Avizandum years before upon the rolling grassy plains; his only remains being a petrified statue of the once mighty dragon. However, his living legacy in the form of his mate Queen Zubeia and his son Prince Azymondias, lived comfortably high above in the great lithic citadel that served as their home, and the standing throne of Xadia.

It was morning, and Zym slowly awoke in his corner of the massive floral nest that made up the floor of the cave which served as his and his mother’s bedchamber. Zym yawned as he slowly opened his eyes from his unusually deep slumber. He could tell something was amiss, he usually didn’t wake from such a deep sleep this way. Zym’s return to consciousness was immediately met with a cold wetness and the pungent scent of dragon urine.

Zym immediately awoke and sat upright. The flowers and greenery in his nest had thankfully absorbed most of the urine, but the flowers were completely unable to hide the smell. Using some leaves to wipe the urine off his slit, he got up and examined the damage.

The nest was completely drenched and it seemed a little bit of urine had seeped through into the stone floor. The young dragon couldn’t believe it; he had wet the nest like a hatchling! But he had a more pressing problem; how to dispose of the soiled nesting materials.

What was even more concerning was how he would explain the hole in the nest to his mother. Zubeia was a behemoth of a dragon, nearly as tall as some Human and Elven buildings and with a wingspan to match. Despite this she was a kind and loving mother, who was deeply devoted to her son. However, her patience was not to be tested, and she held high expectations of the future king..

Deciding that removing the soiled nesting materials was a priority, lest the smell permeate the bedchambers, Zym used his forelegs, which could double as arms when necessary thanks to his opposable innermost foreclaws, to scoop up the vegetation. Biting back a sensation of disgust as he felt the urine-soaked greenery against his scales, he flapped his wings and began to slowly rise into the air as he carried them out of his bed chambers.

The trip outside was quite easy, considering the task of disposing of the soaked nesting material was as simple as dropping it off the massive tower. Just as he was returning though, the voice of his mother caused him to nearly fall out of the air onto the stone floor.

“Zym? What are you doing up this early? You need your rest, you’re still growing,” Zubeia replied. Her voice was deep and resonant, yet also motherly and loving.

“I was just going to get a breath of fresh air, I guess I just woke up early today,” Zym replied, trying to hide the blush on his muzzle.

Zubeia tilted her head and looked at Zym. Despite his efforts, she could smell the faint scent of dragon urine around him. “Zym,” she said. “Is there something you want to tell me?” The way she spoke indicated that it was not a request.

Zym’s head and tail drooped at the embarrassment of being caught. “I uhh… I… I guess I must’ve gone pee sometime in the night while I was asleep. Please don’t be mad, I swear it wasn’t intentional.”

“Thank you for telling the truth. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, get some new nesting materials and you can go back to your nest.”

“Okay, I’ll just—” Zym couldn’t get any of the words out before he felt his mother’s rough tongue scraping over his back and neck. He then felt her licking his face. The young dragon shied away. “I can do that myself!” he exclaimed, a blush painting his muzzle.

“I know,”  Zubeia said. “It’s just faster and easier if I cleaned you up now. Now, let’s finish up.” She placed a foreleg on his back and pushed him to the ground and rolled him on his back.

Zym felt the softer scales of his belly being brushed by his mother’s tongue as she swiftly removed any lingering odors from his scales. He blushed even harder as he felt her tongue cleaning his slit and anus. A strange, yet pleasurable sensation radiated from his slit as the last bits of urine were removed from his scales. He wasn’t sure what the feeling was, though lately he’d occasionally been getting similar feelings at odd times for seemingly unknown reasons. He shrugged it off as his mother finished the impromptu bath.

“There! All done!” Zubeia said. “Now, let’s get the nesting materials and you can get the sleep you missed.”

The young dragon, muzzle bright red, nodded. He headed over to the pile of greenery gathered yesterday and picked up several of the soft boughs. Heading over to the nest, he piled the boughs over the bare spot. A sprinkling of soft grass and fragrant flowers finished everything off.

With a gentle nudge on his flank from Zubeia, Zym settled down in the soft nest, curled his tail around himself and went back to sleep. As he fell asleep, she gently nuzzled him.

Zym woke up, this time feeling much more rested. As he shifted out of his sleeping position, an odd sensation prompted him to look down. He gasped and blushed slightly at what he saw. His penis was quite stiff and fully extended from his slit. Zym knew that it was where he peed from and that it occasionally came out a little, but never this far, and the sensation of it touching anything was almost overwhelming. He gently poked it with a finger, only to shiver in response to the strong sensation it resulted in. Zym was slightly worried. Was this normal? Why was it so sensitive? And why was it so large and stiff this time? Zym figured there was only one dragon to ask, and the thought of asking his mother felt strangely embarrassing, as if it was something not to be talked about.
He got out of his nest and decided to wait for his penis to retract back into his slit. After waiting much longer than usual, Zym peered between his hind legs and saw that he was still erect. Deciding that his embarrassment took second priority to this odd phenomenon, he approached his mother who was peering out over the sea of clouds.

“Did you have a nice rest?” Zubeia asked.

“I did,” Zym said.

“And what about the nest?”

“It’s fine.” He then pawed the ground with a foreleg. “But there’s something else I want to ask…” He shied away, blushing slightly.

Zubeia turned to her son. ”Yes?”

“Well, it’s about… my penis,” Zym said. He gestured with his head towards his hindquarters. “I’ve never had it out this long or so far.” A gentle breeze brushed against his sensitive member, making him shudder. “And it feels so…odd.”

Zubeia nodded. “Oh, I see,” she said, a brief note of surprise creeping into her voice. She then quickly cleared her throat. “I think it’s time we talked about that.”

“I’m listening.”

“First off, there is nothing wrong with you.” She draped a wing over Zym.

“Oh. So…will it go away?”

“It will eventually,” Zubeia replied.

“But what does it mean?”

“It means that you are growing up. Soon, you will be able to mate and produce eggs with a female. However, you must only mate when the other dragon you are with says that it is okay to mate with them.”

Zym nodded. “But why does it feel funny now?”

“Well, your body is, I guess you can call it practicing to mate. Normally, you would court the other dragon and eventually, your penis will come out of your slit, since your body’s expecting you to insert your penis into the other dragon’s vagina.”

“But I didn’t court any other dragon? And what’s a vagina?”

“It’s not something you can control; your penis will come out of your slit occasionally. There’s nothing wrong with it. And a vagina is what female dragons have instead of a penis. It’ll be inside their slit like how your penis is inside yours.”

Zym peered between his hind legs. He could see that he was still fully erect. “So, does a female dragon’s slit look like mine?”

Zubeia shook her head. “No. And I’ll show you.” She turned around and lifted her tail, exposing a slit between her hind legs.

The young dragon looked. Other than the size, the subtly raised edges and fleshy interior, his mother’s vagina looked almost the same as his slit. “Oh, I see.”

She then lowered her tail and turned to face Zym again. “Now then, do you have any more questions?”

“What about this sensation around my slit? It feels almost like I have to pee, but not quite. And it’s starting to feel a bit uncomfortable”

“Like I said before, your body’s expecting you to insert your penis into a female dragon’s vagina.”

“And what if I don’t? Will I get hurt? Will my penis stay out all the time until I mate?”

“Not at all. If you wait long enough, your penis will go back into your slit. If you don’t want to wait, you can rub it until you ejaculate.”

“Ejacu—what?”

“Ejaculate. That simply means ejecting semen out of your penis.”

“Semen? But I pee from there!”

Zubeia gave a sigh. “I realize now that I should have probably taught you a little bit of this earlier. Normally by our tradition this sort of teaching would have been the job of your father. I will do my best in his stead.”

Zubeia paused for a moment to think about how she would explain this all to Zym without overwhelming him. “Semen is the fluid that male dragons produce and deposit inside a female dragon’s vagina. That’s called fertilization and they can lay eggs afterwards. And don’t worry, while you’re ejaculating, you can’t pee, so you don’t have to worry about accidentally peeing inside a female dragon’s vagina.”

“What do you mean by ‘rub it’? Will it hurt?””

Zubeia shook her head. “It should not hurt. What I mean by rubbing it is basically stimulating your penis with one of your hands, like how you’d insert it into a female dragon’s vagina. If you do it right, you should be able to ejaculate.”

Zym tilted his head and peered between his hind legs. He was still erect and by now, his loins were actually aching. Deciding to turn his mother’s words into action, he walked over to the nest, laid back in the soft greenery and gently wrapped his right foreclaw against his member.

The young dragon gasped at the sensation, his member twitching the moment the soft, smooth scales on his hand made contact.

“Zym.” Zubeia’s voice made him turn his head.

“Uh, I thought you said it was okay to do that?”

“It is, but I don’t want you hurting yourself. That part of you is much softer than the rest of you.” She then gently manipulated Zym’s hand so the claws were safely pointed out and away, and not against his member. “There, much better. You’ll want to keep your claws pointed away so you don’t scratch yourself.”

Zym nodded and looked back to his mother. “So I just…rub it up and down?”

Zubeia nodded.

The young dragon did just that. He gasped as a wave of pleasure radiated out from his slit and penis. He instinctively moaned slightly at the sensation. Encouraged, he continued rubbing at a faster tempo. He could feel his hands getting slick with a viscous fluid and his penis twitching as he continued. He quickly began to feel a pressure rising up in his loins. As excited as he was already, he threw any concern to the wind as he pressed onwards, feeling as if he was approaching a new level of pleasure he had yet to have felt. Suddenly, he was hit by a massive wave of pure ecstasy as his hips instinctively thrust forward and his penis throbbed, squirting a large amount of viscous white fluid from its tip. As wave after wave of pure pleasure rippled through him, his penis squirted and throbbed several more times before the sensation began to die down. Zym, breathing hard and fast, laid back into the floral nesting material, feeling a warm and pleasing sensation that lingered even after the power of his climax had subsided.

“Feeling better?” Zubeia asked.

Zym, mind still addled with pleasure, merely nodded. His penis had begun to soften and retract into his slit.

“Very good.” Zubeia looked at the nest, seeing it marked with splatters of dragon semen. She then looked at her son; his belly, hind legs and face all bore evidence to his first orgasm. “Now, I think it’s time we cleaned you up and we go about your day.”

“I guess it’s time for another bath?” Zym said, looking at the evidence of his self-pleasure session all around him.

“Hopefully this will be the last one for today,” Zubeia said, chuckling softly at her son’s sarcastic humor. “You remind me so much of your father sometimes. He would be proud.”

“It’s okay for you to lick this stuff off of me?” Zym asked, concerned.

“Of course it is. There’s nothing about it that would harm me.” She then licked his cheek and began cleaning him up.

Zym shivered slightly as he felt his mother’s tongue scraping over his belly and down between his hind legs as she removed all traces of dragon semen from him.

“I’m curious… can I lick some of it?” Zym asked, blushing as he did.

There was one spot that Zubeia had not yet fully cleaned, a small patch on his belly. She carefully scraped the small remaining bit of semen on her claw and offered it for Zym to lick.

Zym carefully licked it off of his mother’s claw, and was surprised at the heady, slightly salty taste. It was strangely pleasing.

Zubeia finished cleaning Zym. “All right,” she said. “Now that you’re nice and clean, what did you think of that?”

“It was amazing!” Zym exclaimed. “It felt unlike anything I’ve experienced before!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed that. Now you know how to do it whenever you feel the need. However, there are some basic rules I should point out,” Zubeia said, her playful tone taking a slightly more serious note at the end.

“What are they?” Zym asked.

“You can only mate with a female if they say it is okay. The other races take a very dim view of mating a female without her permission.”

“Can I mate with a male?”

“Err…” Zubeia trailed off. “I don’t see why not. But the same rules apply. Now, as I showed you before, you’ll want to take care with your claws so you don’t scratch yourself down there. You should never insert anything other than another dragon’s penis into your slit or anus. And even so, you must do so carefully. As for your penis, you must never insert anything into it or insert it into anything that is not another dragon’s slit, anus or vagina. Finally, you must keep in mind that you already are much larger than a Human or Elf. As you age, your size will only increase and you will be larger than many other dragons as well, since you are an Archdragon like myself and your father. This means that you must not attempt to mate with any non-Archdragon or you can severely injure, or even kill them due to the size difference.”

“That’s a lot of rules, why so many? Apart from the safety ones of course.”

“Because sex is considered by all races — Dragon, Elf, or Human — to be the most intimate act possible.”

Zym flicked his tail and tilted his head. “But what about what I did before, with my hand?” He raised his right foreleg.

“That’s called masturbation. Really, the same rules apply; except for asking permission of course. However, you should only do it in private; it’s considered offensive by most members of the three races to do that where others can see you.” Zubeia then looked over Zym. “Got all that?”

“I do. Wow, I still can’t believe how good that felt. How often can I masturbate? Is it something that I should do infrequently?”

“You can do it as often as you like, provided it doesn’t interfere with the other parts of your life. Also, just be aware, the more often you do it, the less semen you will produce, and it may feel less gratifying.”

“Okay!”

“Now, you feel ready to begin our day proper?” Zubeia asked in a playful tone.

“Yes!” Zym replied, his tail wagging in excitement.

“In fact, I have something you’ll really like.” Zubeia led Zym over to the entrance to the Storm Spire. Despite it being early afternoon, the sea of clouds still remained, concealing the land below them.

Zym followed, his tail wagging as his excitement built.

“Since you have proven your flying skills, and the crisis with Aaravos is finally over,” Zubeia said. “You can now free-fly around the Spire without my supervision.”

Zym yipped in excitement as his tail wagged even faster. “Yes! I’ve always dreamed of this, but now, it’s my first true solo flight!” The young dragon was so excited that he failed to notice the rapidly spreading puddle forming under him.

Of course, this did not pass Zubeia’s notice. She watched in concern as Zym urinated on the ground with a total lack of awareness. “Zym,” she said. “I think we have to hold back on your first solo flight for the moment.”

“Aww, but why?” Zym asked.

Zubeia said nothing but gently nudged her son’s head to force him to look underneath himself.

“What!? Why now!?” Zym exclaimed as the smell of dragon urine wafted up from the ground.

“I’m not sure, Zym, but this is a bit concerning. First, the nest and now here. I’ll contact the Elves, see if they know anything about this, in the meantime I’ll have them come up with a temporary solution for this, seeing as I can’t have you making puddles around the cave.” Zubeia threw some greenery over the puddle and then tossed the urine soaked leaves and boughs over the edge of the cliff.

***


Zym sat in his nest as he waited for Zubeia to return. He had made sure to frequently visit the latrine area in a corner of the cave, where a natural crack in the stone led outside and off the cliff. as he was eager to avoid having another accident.

The sound of massive flapping wings made him turn and he spotted his mother with a large wooden crate clutched between her forelegs. She placed the crate down and went over to the nest. “Zym,” she said. “I got back from speaking with the Elves.”

“What’s wrong with me?” Zym asked, his concern plain in his voice.

“There’s nothing wrong. The Elves informed me that this is a harmless issue that adolescent dragons can have due to their rapid growth. It’s more common in Archdragons, since we grow the fastest around your age. You will outgrow it eventually.”

Zym pawed the ground and looked at the large wooden crate. “So, I just have to wait it out?”

Zubeia nodded. “Unfortunately, yes. However, this crate has something that will help make this transition easier on us.”

Zym cocked his head. “What did they give us?”

Zubeia pondered how to say it, but decided that just going for the truth was the easiest way. “Diapers,” she said, pulling off the crate’s lid in a smooth motion.

“You mean those things that baby Elves and Humans wear? The things that they made me wear back in Katolis when I was still a hatchling? Is that really necessary?” Zym’s disdain for the solution was evident in his tone.

“I cannot have you leaving puddles around the cave,” Zubeia said, her voice taking on a firmer tone as she glared at her son. “This is simply the best way to handle the problem and keep everything clean.”

“Oh come on! What if Ezran comes to visit? I’m supposed to be the prince of all of Xadia and I have to wear diapers meant for hatchlings!?”

“This is not negotiable, Zym, now come help me get this crate open and get the diapers over to the storage area where we keep the nesting materials.” Zubeia’s voice, normally warm and comforting, turned as cold as the storms she could summon, immediately letting Zym know that the discussion was over.

Zym sighed and helped unpack the diapers. Zubeia used a claw to pry off the lid of the crate as she grabbed a set of packs in her foreclaw. Zym grabbed two of the packs between his forelegs and flew over to the corner of the cave where they kept the nesting materials. He dropped the pack atop a pile of leaf boughs and returned to assist his mother.

Soon, the diapers were unpacked and the now empty crate placed aside.

“At least I only have to wear them during nesting time,” Zym said as he looked at the nest.

The sound of crinkling got his attention. He turned around and saw Zubeia with one of the diapers clutched in her foreclaw. The diaper had a distinctive triplet design of rough, asymmetric blue lines patterned across its surface, the symbol of the Sky Arcanum, the element of magic Zym and all Storm Dragons had a natural ability to manipulate.

“Well, the design on it isn’t too bad,” Zym thought to himself.

Zubeia walked over to a flat spot in the cave and began setting the diaper down and unfolding it.

“What are you doing? I thought I only had to wear them at night?” Zym said, looking askance at the now open diaper.

“After what happened earlier,” Zubeia said. “I am not taking any chances. For now, you’ll be wearing them constantly.”

Zym sighed. “I guess it’s better than having to constantly worry about accidents. Or worse, wetting the nest.”

“Okay, now on your back.” Zubeia gently nudged Zym towards the open diaper and then gently pressed down on his back with a foreleg.

The young dragon laid down on the diaper and rolled onto his back. To his surprise, the diaper was rather soft. He then obediently laid still as the front of the diaper was pulled up between his hind legs and the four tapes at the waist fastened. Zubeia then gently rolled him over on his side and did up the tail tape.

After checking the leg, waist and tail gathers, Zubeia stepped back and Zym got back up.

He wagged his tail, making his diaper crinkle. It was then he was acutely aware of how thick they were and how they slightly spread his hind legs apart. At the same time, they were also surprisingly soft and oddly comforting. “So…that’s it?”

Zubeia nodded.

“I guess it’s not too bad.”

“Oh, one other thing,” Zubeia added. “The tapes on the diapers aren’t meant to be constantly undone.”

Zym’s jaw dropped; the implications of what his mother said instantly struck him. “Wait, so I’m to…use these diapers instead of the latrine?”

Zubeia nodded. “It’s not permanent,” she said, nuzzling him.

“But when can I stop wearing them?”

“When you keep the nest dry and not have daytime accidents for at least seven days, you can stop wearing them.”

Zym sighed. “All right.”

“It will be fine, there are worse things,” Zubeia said, nuzzling Zym.

“What will it be like using them?” Zym asked.

“I don’t actually know; it’s something you’ll have to find out for yourself. Now then, your magic tutor Boreas will be here shortly.”

The young dragon winced; not wanting to be seen in such an infantile garment. But alas, he had no choice.

And seemingly on cue, the aforementioned Skywing Elf walked through the cave’s entrance. “Good afternoon, Queen Zubeia and Prince Azymondias,” he said, bowing to the two dragons.

Zym blushed and flexed his tail between his legs and folded his wings to try and conceal his diaper. The large pile of diapers off to the side was a little less easy to hide though. “So, Boreas, what is on the lesson plan today?” he asked.

“Very simple, we’re going to be reviewing and practicing your air manipulation and electrical channeling skills, starting with lifting some small objects with air and learning how to aim your lightning onto a small target. It’s mostly nothing new; we’re simply practicing and reviewing today, though we will be advancing into some new skills with your lightning.”

“Okay!” Zym’s tail flicked as he eagerly awaited the first lesson.

“We’ll start first with Ventum Angulus,” Boreas said, tossing a feather in the air and using his own magic to suspend it on a column of air. “Now then, I want you to move that feather in a zigzag pattern three times using that spell.”

Zym nodded as he concentrated, drew in the energy from the Primal Source and focused his magic. The exercise was trivial: summon a jet of wind, angle it, repeat. Soon, the feather began dancing in midair, propelled by precisely angled gusts. He smiled as the feather continued its aerial dance.

“Excellent!” Boreas said, taking the feather and placing it back in his pack. “It seems you have mastered Ventum Angulus. Now let’s move onto something a little more challenging. Ventus Validus.”

While Boreas, being a Skywing Elf, had to draw the brilliantly glowing runes in the air before unleashing the focused windstorm that kicked up some loose pebbles and blew them out of the cave’s entrance, Zym had no such restrictions. For he was a Storm Dragon and the very embodiment of the Sky Primal Source; his body itself being a conductor for its power.

As was usual, Zym focused and a small whirlwind began to form around him before it quickly narrowed into a jet of wind that shot all the pebbles in its path out of the cave’s entrance and off into the distance. Boreas watched as the young dragon sustained it for several seconds.

“It seems Ventus Validus is also no challenge for you, my prince,” Boreas said. “Now, let’s see your electrical manipulation skills. I want you to try the Fulminis spell, but this time, rather than generally producing lightning, I want you to try and focus it onto this.” Boreas drew a metal rod from his bag and screwed it down onto a small wooden base, with the metal rod poking out the bottom enough to touch the stone floor as a ground. “This will require you to concentrate and focus the lightning onto the training rod.”

Zym eagerly nodded. He flared out his wings and soon he was surrounded by a miniature storm of lightning bolts. He looked at the metal rod and concentrated. The lightning bolts began to coalesce into a larger lightning bolt.

The effort of him concentrating had some untoward effects though. Zym yipped in surprise as he felt a growing warmth between his hind legs. The lightning bolts instantly vanished as he tried to stop himself from urinating but it was to no avail. All the young dragon could do was stand there, tail curled under himself as he helplessly emptied his bladder into his diaper.

After what seemed like an eternity, he carefully peered underneath himself. There was no puddle to be seen, but he could see that his diaper had visibly swollen up.  “Boreas,” he said. “Can I take a break?”

“Is there something wrong?” Boreas asked.

“Nothing at all, I just need to uhhh, use the latrine.”

“Very well. Just don’t take too long.”

Zym walked towards the nesting area of the cave. He took care to keep his tail curled under himself and to face Boreas, lest the Skywing Elf see his used diaper. As he walked, a blush painted his cheeks as he realized the diaper was surprisingly comfortable, despite its current state. Despite the rather sizable wetting it had taken, it was in no danger of leaking and it didn’t feel that wet. Even more mortifying was how each step caused his diaper to sway and rub against his slit and anus in a very pleasant way.

Zubeia heard her son’s footsteps approaching. “Isn’t it early for your lessons to be over?”

Zym said nothing but headed over to the pile of diapers next to the nesting supplies.

“Zym,” Zubeia said. “Can you please come here?”

The young dragon’s muzzle burned red as he approached his mother, his tail still held between his legs in an attempt to hide his soaked diaper. “So,” he said, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Can I get a new diaper now?”

Zubeia reached between the young dragon’s hind legs and gave his drooping diaper a firm squeeze. The diaper was warm from his recent wetting and rather squishy, but it looked like it would hold up to at least another wetting. Zym bit his lips at how his mother’s diaper check accidentally pressed the urine soaked padding against his most intimate parts in all the right ways. He willed himself to not get erect, but it was to no avail as his penis began to poke out of his slit.

“Well, your diaper’s not full yet and I’d rather not waste them,” Zubeia said.

“Yes mother…” Zym said, his initial urge to protest fading as his penis poked out into the warm and soft confines of his diaper, providing a new sensation that was worth wearing the soaked diaper for.

“Very good. Now then, I’m going to be changing you since I don’t trust you to get the diaper on correctly.”

“Aww Mom, can this get much more embarrassing!?” Zym protested. He resisted the urge to rub his soaked diaper, the tent from his erect penis now clearly visible and the sensation starting to become overwhelming.

Zubeia nuzzled him. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to risk you leaking.”

Zym sighed and returned to where Boreas was waiting for him. “Excellent,” the Skywing Elf said. “Now that you have returned, I assume there will be no more interruptions for today’s lesson?”

“Yes, Boreas,” Zym replied, taking care to keep his tail tucked in to conceal the tent in his diaper.

“Very well,” Boreas replied. “Now, let’s continue where we left off.”

Taking the clue, Zym flared his wings and focused on the training rod. The air began to sing with electricity as arcs of lightning danced around the young Storm Dragon. Biting his lip, he focused and stared at the metal rod. As he focused, he felt his bladder let go and empty what little urine remained into his soaked diaper. He ignored the brief warmth in his padding that made his loins ache.

“I did it!” he exclaimed as a few of the threadlike lightning bolts coalesced into larger ones and struck the rod.

“You’re making progress,” Boreas said. “But you still have a long way to go; only a few of your lightning bolts were directed and focused. The majority of them are still around you. “Try focusing your energy through the metal rod, not just on it.”

“Okay!” Zym glared at the rod and drew even more energy from the air around him. Soon, the electrical storm surrounding him began to subside as the lightning bolts began to condense. “I’m doing it!”

“Very good! Now, hold it.”

The young dragon concentrated even harder and the lightning bolts had finally condensed into a thick singular arc. Of course, it was not to last; the moment that single lightning bolt touched the metal rod, it instantly vanished as the heat surrounding his loins became too much to bear. Zym sighed as he watched his efforts fail.

“Do not be disappointed, Zym,” Boreas said, gently placing a hand on the dragon’s shoulder. “You have made good progress today.”

“So, what is next?” Zym asked, biting his lip as he tried to ignore the aching in his loins as his body begged for release.

“I think we’re done for today. However, I do want you to practice your Fulminis spell. The next visit, I expect you to be able to focus your lightning into a singular bolt, without the intermediate steps.” Boreas then removed the metal rod and began packing up his teaching supplies.

As he exited the cavern he bid farewell to Zubeia and Zym. The footsteps of him descending down the trail began to fade out.

Once he was certain Boreas was out of sight and hearing range, Zym quickly made his way to his nest and lay down on his back. He looked between his hind legs and could very clearly see the tent in his yellowed and swollen diaper that marked his arousal. He gingerly touched the tent, making his body shudder with pleasure.

Deciding to waste no time, he reached into his diaper and took a firm hold of his penis and started stroking. His breath hitched in his throat as he began thrusting his hips as if he were mounting a female dragon. Slippery pre coated his hand, his penis and the inside of his diaper.

After several more strokes, Zym pulled his hand out of his diaper and took hold of the tent in his diaper and began stroking. Immediately, the sensation of the warm, wet padding around his penis was nearly overwhelming. Even the knowledge that the warmth was the result of him urinating in his diaper didn’t slow him down.

He rumbled softly as the fire in his loins blazed and his penis throbbed and ached for release. Zym began thrusting with each stroke of his diaper, his penis being rubbed on all sides by the warm, wet, and soft padding, driving him ever closer to his second orgasm.

And that orgasm came sooner than he thought with a brief cry of ecstasy, Zym thrust into the air as he shot his first load of dragon semen into his diaper. But he was not done yet, his penis twitched again as another, even larger amount of dragon semen splattered against the inside of his diaper.

With that final load, Zym collapsed back in the nest, positively glowing in post orgasmic bliss as the last bit of semen dribbled out of his rapidly softening penis and into his diaper. As he slowly came down from his high, Zym was acutely aware of how sticky, yet slick the inside of his diaper was.

It was a foreign sensation, but not an unpleasant one. And of course, the diaper made cleaning up much easier as the results were all contained inside the padding. He gently patted his bulging diaper, which sloshed slightly with its captured fluids but was still not leaking.

He then got up from the nest, his swollen diaper forcing his hind legs apart slightly. A blush painting his muzzle as he approached Zubeia, he shyly looked away. “Um…” he said, trailing off and pawing the ground with a foreleg.

Zubeia could smell the scent of dragon semen and urine that emanated from Zym’s diaper. “I see, do you need your diaper changed?”

Zym averted his eyes as he nodded.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of,” Zubeia said as she grabbed a new diaper from the pile. “It’s perfectly natural.” Once he was led over to the nest, she gently placed a foreleg on his back and gently pressed down as a signal for the young dragon to lie on his back.

Zym did just that, exposing his puffy, yellowed diaper. He said nothing as the smell of his soaked diaper grew stronger and a rush of cool air blew across his diaper area.

He blushed brightly as his diaper, slick with his semen, was exposed for Zubeia to see plainly. “I see you have been enjoying your diapers,” she said. She then began cleaning him off, using her tongue to gently clean the semen from his scales.

The young dragon rumbled softly as he was gently cleaned by his mother. He then felt himself being lifted up and the diaper pulled away from him and a fresh diaper set underneath his rump.

Soon, he was back in a fresh diaper and the old diaper balled up and tossed out the cave entrance, where it would eventually decompose like the nesting materials he had soiled earlier, thanks to it having been crafted by the Earthblood Elves from plant-based materials. “Thanks, Mom,” Zym said, getting back up and giving his tail a quick wag, making his fresh padding crinkle.

“You’re welcome!” Zubeia nuzzled him. “Now, do you want to go practice your spells now?”

“Can I continue my free flight?”

“Of course! Just remember, I do want you to practice some today.”

“Okay!” Zym flared out his wings and took flight, speeding out the entrance of the Spire and over the rolling fields surrounding his stony home.  Zym decided to try and combine his practice with his free flight, by attempting to fire lightning onto one of the rocky promontories along the side of the Spire.

Of course, this was much more difficult than his simple attempt with Boreas earlier and all he managed to do was fire a diffuse flurry of bolts even less focused than his earlier attempts.

“Oh, come on! Why is this so hard?!” Zym yelled. His only answer was the howling of the high mountain winds.

He growled softly, frustrated by his futile attempt. He wheeled around and tried for a second run. The attempt wasn’t any better, with the flurry of bolts lightly scoring the rocky spire or just missing completely.

It was in the midst of these failed attempts that Zym began to feel a familiar pressure in his abdomen, something that he hadn’t quite thought about just yet.

“Oh no, no no! I can’t do that in this diaper! I’ve already pushed my limits too far!” Zym said to himself, the wind obscuring his voice from being overheard. Another pang of pressure in his abdomen finally forced him back to the entrance to the cave, where he confronted Zubeia on his predicament.

“How was your flying dear? Everything all right? I expected you to be out longer,” Zubeia asked.

“I uhhh, I’ve gotta, gotta go,” Zym replied.

Zubeia tilted her head. “You seemed not to mind too much earlier.”

Zym kept his tail clenched against his rump. “It’s different this time. I’ve gotta… y’know…” He averted his eyes, not wanting to outright say what he had to do in his diaper.

“Remember, dear, you have to use your diaper for everything. The tapes won’t hold up if you keep taking them on and off.”

The young dragon whined. “But Mom!”

Zubeia shook her head. “Zym,” she said, her voice taking on a firmer tone. “I am not going to waste a diaper, the Elves spent a lot of effort crafting these just for you.”

Zym felt his tail start to hike as he felt the pressure starting to grow around his abdomen. He forced his tail down. He whimpered slightly, not wanting to do that in his padding.

“Shh,” Zubeia said, nuzzling his cheek. “Just let it out like you were using the latrine.”

The young dragon began to relax slightly as his mother continued nuzzling him. He allowed his tail to lift up and he slowly bent his hind legs into a squat. That action combined with a gentle push caused the first bit of dragon dung to drop into the seat of his diaper and a gentle stream of dragon urine to dampen the front of his padding.

“Come on, keep going.” Zubeia gently petted Zym’s muzzle.

“Okay,” Zym said, keeping his eyes averted as he pushed again. This time a larger mass of dragon droppings exited his anus and settled into his diaper\t.

Zubeia smiled as she watched Zym’s diaper bulge out under his tail as he pushed some more. By now, the smell of dragon dung was very obvious, making Zym blush. “Very good,” she said. “Just get it all out in your diaper.”

Zym then gave one last push, emptying the rest of his bowels into his diaper. His muzzle was ablaze at the fact that he had just soiled a diaper with his mother’s encouragement…and while she was watching. But at the same time, it felt oddly enjoyable with the way his mess weighed down his diaper.

“Are you done?”

Zym nodded as he walked over to the nest, his full diaper swaying with each step.

“Let’s see how full it is,” Zubeia gently patted the diaper with a foreclaw, noticing that the front of the diaper was a bit squishy. Another pat, towards the back of the diaper detected several lumps of dragon dung inside.

Zym’s muzzle was ablaze as he felt the urine soaked diaper pressing against his slit. Thankfully, Zubeia didn’t press so hard as to smear the contents of his diaper all over his rump. A gentle press on his back from his mother’s foreclaw induced him to gently lie down in preparation for a diaper change.

“There, was that so bad?” Zubeia asked, gently giving his soiled diaper another affectionate pat.

The young dragon shook his head. “No,” he said. He then nervously tapped his foreclaws together. “Uh, I actually kind of liked it.” He wrinkled his muzzle at the scent of his own leavings as Zubeia undid the tapes on his diaper.

Zubeia was a bit taken aback at his confession, regardless, she continued using some soft leaves to clean up

“Uhh, mom?” Zym asked, blushing furiously at the prospect of what he was about to ask.

“Yes, Zym?”

“Can I uhh, can I wear these even after I don’t really need them anymore?”

“Why?”

“Well…” Zym looked away. “I really like how they feel.”

Zubeia opened the new diaper and slid it under Zym’s rear. “Well, as long as it's not hurting anyone, I don’t see why not. I can kindly ask the Elves to keep making them, I’m sure they won’t ask too many questions. But there’s always the basic rule that it shouldn’t interfere with your life.”

“Okay!” Once the diaper was fastened, Zym got back to his feet. “So, about those diapers, will you have to change me constantly?”

“Well, for now, I’ll be changing your diapers, but I do want you to learn how to change yourself eventually,” Zubeia said, throwing the soiled diaper and the leaves she had used to clean the young dragon off the cliff.

“Oh. Okay.” A blush painted Zym’s muzzle at the thought of his mother changing him. It was embarrassing but, at the same time, there was something oddly appealing about it.

“Now, enough about diapers,” Zubeia said. “I remember Boreas saying that he wants to see your Fulminis spell take the focused form by the next time he sees you. Which means you’ll be practicing until I get back with dinner.”

Zym sighed as a gust of wind blew through the cave. He watched as his mother took flight and launched herself out into the late afternoon sky. The young dragon looked at a particularly large stalagmite in a corner of the cave. Unlike the others, this one had a faintly glowing blue vein running through it, characteristic of the ancient stone the spire was crafted from. He could sense that it would be a good conductor for his lightning.

“Well, might as well get started.” The young dragon stared at the stone formation and flared his wings. Tapping into the Sky Primal Source, he allowed its power to flow through him. The air began to hum as lightning bolts began to dance along his outstretched wings. Drawing deeper from the Primal Source, Zym was soon surrounded by a miniature thunderstorm, the cave echoing with the crackling and snapping of lightning bolts.

He stared at his target and focused; the filigree of lightning bolts surrounding him began to coalesce into thicker, more brilliant strands. And that started a chain reaction as the miniaturized thunderstorm began to abate, replaced by a singular, brilliant blue-white streamer that hung in the air.

Zym then dropped the barrier holding back the lightning bolt and sent it straight into his target. This time, without the distraction of his aching loins, he was able to hold it and focus it. After several seconds, he cut the spell.

“I did it!” he exclaimed to the empty cave. While he was able to hold the spell on target longer than before, he still required the intermediate step of coalescing the diffuse lightning bolts.

Out of curiosity, he carefully reached between his hind legs and gave his diaper a quick squeeze. He was rewarded with some crinkling noises. Zym sighed in relief as he found out that he managed to keep his diaper dry during the test…though he attributed that to not having anything in his bladder and bowels to void.

“Might as well take a quick break and try again,” he said, leaping out into the dusk sky.

***


Zubeia soared over the land of Xadia as she rode the thermals. Flying over the plains and due South, she reached the woods that marked the Easternmost border of the Moonshadow Forest where it crossed the river and joined the Souther reaches of the Uncharted Forest to the East. Zubeia had to remain mindful of where she hunted. Too far to the Southwest and she would encroach on the Moonshadow Elves’ territory, and although allies, she still wanted to respect their boundaries. Too far to the East and she risked straying into the Earthblood Elves’ territory, or worse, Rex Igneous’ territory. She winced at the thought of having to argue with the grouchy aging Archdragon of the Earth. He had once had a bitter rivalry with her mate Avizandum for the throne and it had left her in an awkward position as Queen. Ever since his failed attempt for the throne, Rex had valued his privacy, and took poorly to interference from the politics of the outside world. The Queen hunting in the forests around his mountain would most certainly not go over well. Minding her bearings, she flew Southeast, over the forest. She descended and slowly flew over the treetops as she searched for prey. As a Storm Dragon, adapted best for hunting from on high, her eyesight was extremely keen, and was easily able to quickly monitor the gaps in the trees for any signs of prey. She quickly spotted a trackway on the ground in between the trees, clearly the evidence that a Banther had recently passed through. She changed her flight path to follow the tracks.

A well-kept secret among Storm Dragons was that those who were especially well attuned to the Sky Arcanum and thus electricity, could even detect the faintest signals of the brains of nearby creatures. Having studied the Sky Primal for over a millenia, Zubeia’s skills were unmatched, even more so since the death of her mate. As she drew closer to the source of the tracks, she focused her mind on the Sky Arcanum and searched for the faint electrical signals given off by the body of a Banther. Her muzzle twitched as she caught a signal to her left, and she quickly made an adjustment to her course. As the signal drew clearer, she flew even lower, skimming barely just above the treetops. A deep rising hum of electricity filled the air as she charged up, preparing to fire a deadly blast of electrical fury at her target from her maw, enough to kill it before she even set her claws on its furry hide, negating the need for a struggle. Although significantly smaller than herself, Banthers were still quite large and could easily injure her if she did not dispatch it quickly. This, not to mention the bitter memory of the time she had been nearly killed by the bite from a dark-magic corrupted Banther was further reason to simply electrocute the ground dwelling apex predator rather than attempt to kill it by melee alone.

A blinding flash of light lit up the dusk sky and the air was rattled by a deafening crack that echoed through the forest as her lightning bolt made a direct hit. She flew towards the wisp of smoke gently wafting into the air and landed at the site. There, in the middle of a crater of scorched grass and dirt lay a fully grown Banther. She carefully approached it, the pungent smell of ozone and singed fur still lingering in the air. Her wings remained flared and small arcs of electricity played along the edges as she kept her electrical powers at the ready. She searched again for the electrical signals of a living Banther, and found none.

Satisfied that it was completely dead, she picked up the Banther and took off before other Banthers, or even more dangerous animals arrived.

***


Zym looked at the stalagmite…or what was left of it. The air had the pungent biting scent of ozone and scorched rock.

And the smell of a teenage dragon who had spent too long in his soaked diaper.

“Wait until Boreas sees what I can do!” he said, admiring the half-melted stalagmite surrounded by a small glassy patch. Smaller glass beads were scattered around from the powerful lightning strikes.

The sound of flapping wings made him turn to the entrance, now showing the night sky with its myriad stars twinkling. “Mom!” he exclaimed, watching Zubeia land and place the slightly burnt corpse of a Banther on the ground. “Look!” He gestured with one of his forelegs to the half-melted stalagmite and the glassy patch around it. In his excitement at showing off the improvement he had made, he began dribbling into his soaked padding.

He took notice of the Banther. “Is that dinner?”

“Yes it is,” Zubeia replied. She then took note of the pungent scent of dragon urine. “But first…”

Zym was then acutely aware of how soaked his diaper was, with the way it tugged at his waist and forced his hind legs apart. That and he could even feel the wetness from his latest accident. Despite all of this, it was not uncomfortable, in fact, these sensations added up to be rather pleasing. He pawed the ground and averted his gaze. “Uh, can I…wear this diaper for a while?”

Zubeia was taken aback. “Well, I guess,” she said. “But let me check to see if you’re going to leak.” She went behind Zym and gave his swollen, yellowed diaper a few squeezes.

The young dragon bit his lip as the diaper sloshed with each squeeze.

“You’re absolutely soaked. But I think your diaper will hold one more wetting. Now, let’s eat this Banther I caught.”

Zym, aglow with his mother’s approval to wear his soggy diaper some more, nodded and bent his head down to the Banther carcass, tearing a sizable chunk out of it. The meat was extra tender, as well as slightly cooked, thanks to Zubeia’s hunting methods, albeit it did leave it tasting slightly charred around the edges.

The duo ate dinner in silence. Soon, the Banther was completely devoured, leaving little more than bones and undesirable viscera behind. Zym allowed his mother to lick his muzzle clean.

“There,” she said. “Now that you’re all clean, do you want to practice your spells more?”

Zym, feeling a familiar sensation between his hind legs, shook his head. “I’m kind of tired from practicing my Fulminis.”

“That’s okay. Now, remember, a young dragon needs their sleep, so I expect you to be in your nest at a reasonable time.”

“Yes, Mom.” His muzzle then reddened slightly. “Uh, can I have some privacy to…go in my diaper?”

Zubeia tilted her head. “But you didn’t have a problem with going in your diaper before?”

“But that was different.”

The elder dragon nuzzled her son. “It’s no different to me. Besides, I need to change you afterwards so you don’t leak.”

Zym shied back but nodded. “Okay. I’ll do it here.” He spread his hind legs and his tail lifted. A spot of warm wetness spread between his legs as hot dragon urine gushed out and into his waiting diaper. He blushed slightly as the hissing noise of him flooding his diaper seemed to echo through the cave.

“All done?” Zubeia asked, watching Zym lower his tail back down. There wasn’t much change in the state of his diaper as it was already thoroughly soaked prior to his most recent wetting.

Zym nodded, the warmth and surprisingly pleasant humidity embracing his hindquarters a clear reminder of what he had just done in his diaper.

“Let’s get you changed then.” Zubeia took a new diaper from the stockpile and watched as Zym waddled over to the nesting area, his hind legs forced apart by the swollen, drooping diaper.

As was usual, she gently placed a foreleg on his back and pushed down to signal for the young dragon to lie on his back.

Zym did just that. A blush painted his muzzle as his sodden diaper audibly squished and some fresh urine was squeezed out of the padding and into his scales. He bit his lip as Zubeia gently gave the bulging, yellowed diaper a few squeezes and pats.

“Well,” Zubeia said. “Good thing I was here to make sure you changed after using it so much! Just a little bit more and we’d have a puddle to clean up. Now, I assume everything is already in your diaper?”

The teenaged dragon nodded and the sound of the diaper’s four tapes being undone echoed through the cave, filling the Spire with the mingled scents of stale and fresh dragon urine.

“My goodness Zym! You certainly needed a change!” Zubeia exclaimed at the sight and smell of Zym’s thoroughly soaked padding. The entirety of the diaper’s interior was stained yellow from the captured urine and it was an absolute miracle that there were no leaks.

“I know,” Zym replied, shivering at the sudden chill around his diaper area. “But it feels so nice!”

Zubeia paused for a moment, briefly surprised by her son’s open statement about his enjoyment of his diapers. “Well, I guess there’s nothing wrong with it. Now hold still so I can bathe you.”

The young dragon shivered as he felt his mother’s soft tongue removing all the traces of urine from his diaper area and belly. “Come on, can’t I do that myself?”

“Remember, Zym, I’m going to be changing you for the foreseeable future. But I suppose I can find some way for you to clean yourself.” She looked at the dripping stalactite in the corner of the cave. One that had a wooden basin under it to catch the drops of water so it didn’t flood the cave. I wonder if I can make a bathing pool for the two of us? The elder dragon thought to herself as she continued cleaning her son.

Zym sighed in relief…and maybe just a bit in frustration as his mother stopped cleaning him. He felt himself get lifted up and set on the fresh diaper. The young dragon laid still as the four tapes at the waist and the tail tape were all done up. A quick check of the leg, tail and waist gathers by Zubeia ensured the diaper was snug. He then got back up and gave his tail a quick wag, confirming the diaper was securely fastened on him.

“Now then,” she said, nuzzling her son. “It’s important for a young dragon to get plenty of sleep.”

Without a word, Zym went over to the nest, crouched down, curled his tail around himself and soon fell asleep.

***


Zym stirred in his sleep. He almost always dreamed at night, but tonight his dreams took on a different feel than usual.

He was lying in his nest next to his human friend Ezran. At first nothing seemed off, until he suddenly realized that Ezran wasn’t wearing his usual attire. In fact he wasn't wearing anything at all.

The young dragon eagerly stared at Ezran’s nude form. The human chuckled softly as he approached and placed a warm hand on his muzzle.

“Don’t be shy,” Ezran said, stroking the dragon’s snout.

Zym rumbled softly in contentment as he nuzzled him. “I’m not, but I’ve never been so close to you while you were nude.”

“Well, why don’t we get a little closer?” Ezran moved his hand down to Zym’s flanks and began petting him. Soon, the young human’s hands were moving closer to the dragon’s hind legs.

Zym felt heat rise in both his cheeks and loins at the gentle stroking.

Meanwhile, Zym was curled in his nest. A faint trickling noise was heard as his bladder gave way and a stream of hot dragon urine splashed into his diaper. The thirsty padding swelled as it absorbed his flood, leaving behind a pleasing warmth. Zym was still sound asleep, completely ignorant to the state of his diaper.

“There, I think we can start now..” Zym’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt Ezran’s gentle hands massaging his slit. His penis slowly emerged under the stimulation.

Zym rumbled softly as Ezran continued his ministrations. Before long, Zym’s penis was fully extended from his slit and throbbing slightly.

“Let’s take care of that, shall we?” Ezran then firmly, but gently took hold of the young dragon’s erect penis.

Zym gasped at the sensation; it was similar to his first masturbation attempt, but the human’s softer hands provided a level of stimulation he had yet to feel.

“Are you enjoying it?” Ezran asked.

Zym simply nodded as his tail flicked in excitement.

With that acknowledgement, Ezran began gently stroking Zym’s penis. He bucked against Ezran’s hand, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through his body.

“I knew you’d enjoy that,” Ezran said, continuing to stroke even faster.

Zym moaned as he felt precum starting to drip into the nest.

The young dragon was deep into his dream as he bucked against an imaginary hand. A small bulge was visible in his swollen diaper.

Zym’s mind was practically blank with pleasure as Ezran pleasured him. His breathing had become ragged and the heat and pressure in his loins became unbearable. And then it happened.

The young dragon arched his back and his tail hiked as a mindblowing orgasm wracked his body. His legs quivered as semen splattered onto the ground. After what seemed like an endless flood of pleasure, Zym began to regain control of himself. The postorgasm afterglow was like nothing else he had experienced and all he could do was sink down onto the ground and cuddle with Ezran.

Zym bucked against the air as he ejaculated into his soaked diaper. Of course, he still remained asleep but the evidence for his dream lay in the smile on his muzzle and the twitching tent in his diaper as he emptied the last drops of his semen into his padding.

***


Zym purred as the morning light danced across his muzzle, filtering in through the various skylights in the roof of the cave.. He quickly got up from his nest and shook the sleep off himself. He quickly looked around the nest, which was completely dry.

He sniffed the air. There was still the pungent scent of dragon urine hanging around. He then looked underneath himself and saw his overnight diaper, swollen and yellowed with a night’s worth of urine, dangling between his hind legs. Indeed, the diaper was full enough that he could actually feel the humidity trapped inside his padding.

Zym gave his rump a quick shake, causing his soaked diaper to sway. The sensation caused the slick interior to rub against his slit in the most pleasing way.

“Good morning, Zym!” Zubeia said, giving her son a quick nuzzle. “How did you sleep?”

“Good!” Zym exclaimed, his tail wagging. “My nest’s all dry too!”

“Very good!” She then gave her son’s diaper a quick squeeze. “The same can’t be said about your diaper though.”

“I know.” He then noticed the spare diaper Zubeia was holding in one of her foreclaws. “I guess it’s time for a fresh diaper,” he said, seemingly melancholy about having to give up his well-used one.

“Yes, but you know the routine before I change you.” Zubeia then looked over the younger dragon.

Zym nodded as he raised his tail. A gentle hissing noise was heard and Zym sighed in relief as he emptied his bladder into his diaper. He bit his lip as the warm liquid splashed against his genitals before being absorbed. After what seemed like an eternity, he was done and the inside of his padding was pleasantly warm and humid.

“All done?”

The young dragon shook his head as he bent his hind legs into a squat. Zubeia watched as the rear of Zym’s diaper began to tent out as he pushed a sizable mess into his padding. She couldn’t deny that there was something oddly adorable about watching him fill a diaper.

After some time passed, Zym sighed in relief. His diaper hung lower than before and a familiar smell hung in the air. “Okay, I’m all done.” A faint blush on his cheeks indicated how he felt about the action.

“Okay, let’s get you into a fresh diaper and ready for the day.” She gave his full diaper an affectionate pat.

As was usual, Zym laid on his back and allowed his mother to change him into a fresh diaper.

After that was done, Zym got back up and wagged his tail, making his diaper crinkle in a satisfying way.

“You certainly seem to have taken to wearing diapers fairly quickly,” Zubeia said, nuzzling Zym affectionately.

Zym returned the nuzzle and even licked his mother’s cheek. “Well, they are comfortable to wear…and…” He trailed off, shying away slightly. “I, uh, enjoy using them because it feels nice.”

“Well, like I said yesterday, as long as it’s not interfering with your life, you can wear and use diapers.”

“Thanks!”

“Now, then you are free to do whatever, but I want you to be practicing your spells in the afternoon.”

“Okay. Can I go flying?”

“Of course, but remember what I said earlier.”

Zym flared out his wings and took to the air. With a gust of wind, he sped out of the cave and took to the skies. Zubeia watched as he dove, rolled and twisted in a remarkable display of aerobatics, his diaper proving to be no hindrance to him at all.

The hours passed with Zym proving his mastery of the skies. After his flight, he landed back at the cave. His mother was nowhere to be seen.

The young dragon figured she was out hunting. The swollen diaper between his hind legs swayed with each step, but he paid it no heed. A blush painted his cheeks as he realized that the diaper was evidence of him indulging in something taboo, yet enjoyable: urinating in flight, even if his diaper was there to catch it.

Of course, he felt his penis start to poke out as his warm, moist diaper rubbed against his slit. Not wanting his mother to come back and change him while he was fully erect, he decided that he should deal with it before she came back.

Zym went over to the nest and lay down on his back, his swollen diaper jutting out from between his hind legs and squishing slightly with the action. The visible tent in his diaper was a clear indication of his arousal. Without wasting any time, he slipped a hand down the front of his diaper. The inside of his padding was pleasantly warm and humid, further fueling his arousal.

He gasped as he gently wrapped a hand around his penis and began stroking. A gentle pressure in his bladder prompted a new, naughtier idea.

Giving a gentle push, warm urine streamed out of him, splattered against the inside of his diaper and cascaded all over his hand and diaper area. Blushing at the forbidden nature of his act, the musk of his arousal combined with the scents of fresh and stale dragon urine sent his arousal even higher. His penis strained at the soft, squishy interior of his soaked diaper as Zym began rubbing himself, his penis throbbing with each stroke.

The young dragon panted as he bucked against his hand. Pre leaked out, coating his hand, shaft and the inside of his diaper. He could feel himself getting close. So engrossed was he in his world of pleasure that he failed to notice the sound of Zubeia landing and dropping another Banther carcass off.

Zubeia looked around the cave and saw that Zym was nowhere to be seen. Of course, she didn’t have to look far since she could smell him. The larger dragon padded over to the nest and saw Zym, hand down his diaper and bucking against the air as he pleasured himself.

She smiled as she watched the tent in his diaper twitch with every stroke.

Zym then cried out in ecstasy as he orgasmed, bucking hard against his hand as he emptied his seed into the confines of his sodden diaper. He laid back and pulled his urine and cum covered hand out of his diaper. So engrossed was he in his post-orgasm afterglow that he failed to notice his mother watching him masturbate.

“Well, looks like someone could use a fresh diaper,” Zubeia said, watching as the tent in her son’s diaper recede as the last of the semen dribbled into his padding.

Zym’s muzzle went bright red as he realized he had just orgasmed into his diaper while she was watching. That and the sticky hand was a clear giveaway as to what he had been doing.

“It’s okay,” Zubeia said, giving her son a gentle nuzzle and a playful squeeze on his bloated diaper. “I know you’re a growing dragon and you have those urges.” She chuckled. “Well, at least the diaper keeps everything contained so there’s less to clean up.”

Zym wriggled as his diaper squished under his mother’s touch. He was still riding high on his orgasm and the warm, slick and sticky interior of his diaper was incredibly pleasant. “I don’t wanna change yet.”

Zubeia chuckled softly as she gave the swollen diaper some firm squeezes, kneading the squishy, sodden diaper against Zym’s groin. “Your diaper says otherwise.” She gave the diaper another squeeze. “Look at this, it’s about to leak!”

He bit his lip as the urine saturated gel was rubbed against his slit. The stimulation caused his penis to protrude slightly. He involuntarily bucked against his mother’s hand.

The elder dragon felt Zym’s penis poking at her hand through the diaper. “Well, it seems like you still could use some help.”

Zym nodded. He laid back, spreading his hind legs and exposing his yellowed diaper. He purred softly as he felt his mother’s hand kneading and rubbing the squishy diaper against his slit and rapidly hardening penis. He arched his back and thrust into Zubeia’s hand as she continued playing with his diaper.

Already sensitive from his previous orgasm, it didn’t take long before another, smaller load of dragon semen found its way into his diaper. He moaned and bucked, his penis twitching as he squirted into his saturated padding.

Zubeia watched with a smile as Zym’s penis visibly twitched under his diaper as he orgasmed into his padding for the second time.

“There,” she said. “Now that you’ve emptied everything into your diaper, let’s get you all nice and clean for lunch.” Zubeia gave his thoroughly used diaper one last affectionate pat as she went to go get the changing supplies.

Zym lay back as his thoroughly soaked diaper was removed. He wriggled slightly as he felt his mother’s tongue cleaning him up. With practiced hands, Zubeia soon had Zym in a fresh diaper.

“There, feeling better?” she asked.

“I guess,” Zym said. While a fresh diaper did feel nice, he did have to admit, he was more partial to wet diapers.

“Now then, let’s eat this Banther and you can practice your magic.”

“Okay.”

Zym took a bite out of the Banther carcass. The tender but slightly cooked meat exuded a smoky flavor, and was a particular favorite of his. The two dragons ate in silence. Soon, nothing but bones and viscera were left behind. Zym then went over to the wooden tub and took a large gulp of water.

Belly full, Zym then went over to the scorched stalagmite that he had previously used as his target for the Fulminis spell. Flaring his wings and tapping from the Sky Primal Source, Zym was pleasantly surprised that there was no rise time as he was immediately surrounded by a miniaturized lightning storm. This time felt different however. Without the distraction of his arousal, and with more experience than before, he could sense the Primal Source flowing through him in a way he had never noticed before; as if it were more than just a tool, but an actual part of him.

I wonder… Zym thought to himself as he took a deep breath of air. A rising hum in the air coincided with the plates on his belly and neck glowing one by one up to his throat as he charged up in preparation for his first ever lightning breath. The young dragon glared at the target and focused, his eyes glowing a brilliant blue as he poured as much of his energy as he could into a powerful exhale. A brilliant blue-white arc of lightning flew forth from his open jaws and struck the stalagmite. The stone, for a split-second, glowed white hot, before exploding into a shower of molten glass beads.

With a cry of exertion, he collapsed onto his haunches, his blood pumping with endorphin and adrenaline. The burning white aura around Zym faded as he slowly laid down onto his forelegs. The air reeked of ozone and molten stone while beads of rapidly cooling glass decorated the surrounding area. All that was left of the stalagmite was a small glassy bump on the cave floor.

“My goodness, Zym!” Zubeia said, her attention having been grabbed by the roar of thunder. “Boreas will be pleased to see how much you’ve improved! I know he wants you to go straight to the lightning bolt without summoning a storm around yourself, but he’s sure to be impressed by the sheer power you’re displaying. Have you ever attempted a lightning breath before?”

Zym shook his head.

“It is very rare for a storm dragon to display such power at your age. You have certainly inherited your father’s extreme affinity for the Sky Arcanum. His abilities were the stuff of legend, and his knowledge of the Sky Arcanum was unmatched. He would be very proud of you,” Zubeia said, praising her son’s achievement.

Zym beamed with pride at the thought of his father’s legacy.

Her tone then took on a much firmer and serious tone. One that he had heard only once before. “He would also warn you though, as will I, that such attacks are to be used sparingly, and only on enemies you wish to kill. Lightning breath is a very strenuous activity even for grown Arch-Dragons, and it will tire a young one like you out very quickly.

“More importantly, this is a very dangerous and lethal spell. I expect you to treat this new magic with great respect and use it responsibly, am I clear?”

Zym nodded.

“Good, now, shall we take a break from magic for today?”

Zym nodded. “I am curious about one thing though.”

Zubeia nodded. “Is it about your magic?”

“Well…” Zym pawed the ground as he shied away. “It’s about… mating.”

“What about it?”

“Well, I still don’t really know how I’m supposed to mate with a female…”

“I see,” Zubeia said. She then nodded her head. “Well, without your father to show you the way, I guess there’s really only one way to show you.”

Zym nodded. “Yes, Mom?”

Zubeia herself blushed, a sight very few living beings had seen, as she thought about what she was about to ask of her son. It was completely harmless; she wasn’t in season so she wouldn’t be able to produce eggs. The thought was just unusual. “Zym, I want you to…to mate me. I will guide you through the process.”

“What?” Zym tilted his head. “Isn’t that wrong or something?”

“As I said before, I am giving you my permission, therefore it is not wrong,” Zubeia said reassuringly.

“Okay.”

Zubeia then carefully removed her son’s slightly damp diaper, placing it aside. “Okay,” she said. “Notice how you are not erect right now?”

Zym peered between his hind legs to confirm what his mother was saying. “Yes, so…do I masturbate until I become erect?”

The elder dragon chuckled. “Of course. Now, lie on your back so I can show you.”

He did just that, spreading his hind legs. He gasped as he felt his mother’s tongue gently brushing across his slit and diaper area. Almost immediately, he felt his penis starting to emerge from his slit.

“That’s called foreplay,” Zubeia said. “A female dragon will do that to a male to arouse him and prepare him for mating. Now then, it is expected that a male will reciprocate in order to prepare a female.

Zym moaned softly as Zubeia again gave his slit and penis a long stroke with her tongue, bringing Zym’s penis to full mast.

“Ok Zym, now it’s your turn to pleasure me.”

“Okay… how?” Zym asked.

“I’m going to lie on my back, and I’ll guide you through the rest from there, ok?”

Zym nodded as he stood up, his erect penis gently swaying between his legs.

Zubeia stepped over into the nest and gently laid down. Despite her care, her sheer size still caused the ground to shake slightly as she laid back.

“Okay Zym, now I want you to come over to me and I’ll show you how to pleasure a female prior to mating.”

Zym nodded and softly walked over to his mother’s tailbase. As he did, his penis swayed between his legs in an oddly pleasing way. With his approach, his mother spread her legs, revealing her already slightly swollen vagina.

“Okay Zym, now, I want you to gently lick my vagina. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt, it will feel very good for me.”

“Are you sure this is okay? It just feels… odd.” Zym said.”

“Zym, this is one hundred percent your choice. Another number one rule with sex is that both partners must be willing to have it, not just the female. If you would rather not do this Zym, just let me know and I’ll try and teach you some other way.”

Zym blushed as he thought about how he was feeling. Deep down inside, he felt a strange urge to go on, seeing his mother’s spread legs and flushed vagina in front of him fueled an inner desire within him that he hadn’t quite felt before. If anything, the semi-taboo factor made the feeling all the more powerful.

“Let’s keep going, I’m willing to do this,” Zym said, his erection stiffening up a little.

“Excellent, now sit up on my tail and gently lick my vagina. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to go on.”

Zym, with his newfound desire, gently climbed up onto Zubeia’s tail and took a look at his mother’s vagina. It was slightly moist, with a pink, fleshy slit surrounded by raised edges which appeared almost swollen.

“Don’t be shy Zym, feel free to give me a good time, I promise this will feel good for both of us,” Zubeia said reassuringly.

Zym bent his head down and gave his mother’s slit a sniff. It had an odd, yet slightly sweet smell almost, Zym couldn’t quite put his claw on it. Cautiously, he gave the soft flesh a gentle lick. The taste was quite unique, again, odd, yet strangely sweet. He tried again, this time with a longer stroke of his tongue. He felt his mother shift slightly and a groan echoed through the cave.

Zym lifted his head back. “You okay mom?”

“Oh Zym, I’m just fine, that felt very good, keep going.”

Zym bent his head back down and continued licking. Again, he felt his mother shudder and moan with pleasure. He suddenly noticed that her vagina was beginning to slicken with more juices, and the raised edges around it had swelled up a bit more.

“Okay Zym, I think I’m ready to move on to the next step. Zym, this is the most important part. Now that you’re fully erect, and I’m prepared, it’s time for you to insert your penis into my vagina.

By this point, the strange urge deep down to mate his mother had grown to a full-on fire. Zym stood up and carefully straddled his mother’s tail, while positioning his penis directly above her vagina.

“Don’t worry, this will be very fun for both of us. Go on Zym, mate me, and spare no energy, trust me, your father was quite energetic when it came to mating, so don’t worry about hurting me.”

Needing no further instructions, Zym slid himself into his mother. He gasped as Zubeia’s vagina took a firm grasp of his penis, the warm, soft walls massaging his shaft in a way that his hand could never match.

Almost involuntarily, he began to buck against his mother, her forelegs spasming slightly as Zym’s penis stimulated her powerfully. Despite the immense size of her vagina compared to Zym’s penis, the sensation was still enough to stimulate them both quite well.

Zym began to pant with both arousal and exertion as he began to rapidly slide himself in and out of Zubeia’s vagina. Both he and his mother were slick with their natural lubricants, the sound of their combined moaning and squelching echoing through the cave.

“Oohhh, Zym, you feel soo goood!” Zubeia moaned.

“Unhhhh, Mom, this feels so good! Being inside you is amazing!” Zym exclaimed between breaths as he increased the speed of his ministrations.

Zym continued thrusting, his breath hitching each time Zubeia’s inner walls stimulated his penis. Meanwhile, Zubeia moaned in pleasure, her needs being met for the first time since the loss of her mate. Before long, she began to feel her own orgasm approaching, as her muscles clenched and her back arched.

“Ohhhh Zym, I’m getting… oooohhhh!”

“Mom, I’m getting close! I think I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh, Zym, you’re…” Zubeia cried out as she grabbed Zym with her forelegs as she came, her vagina milking Zym’s penis.

Zym felt his mother’s juices splash against his groin as her walls contracted tightly around his penis, rapidly sending him over the edge as he had his most powerful orgasm yet, thrusting deep into his mother as he fired rope after rope of his seed into her, bucking back and crying out in sheer pleasure.

The two then laid in the nest of leaves and fragrant flowers as they basked in their orgasmic afterglow. After a few minutes of the two enjoying each other’s company, Zubeia licked her son on the cheek.

“Okay Zym, now that we’ve covered mating,” she said, untangling herself from her son. “I think it’s time we covered what to do after sex.”

“So,” Zym asked. “Is it like anything after masturbation?”

“It’s pretty similar, but the only difference is you’re supposed to pee afterwards.”

“So, do I use the latrine area or my diaper?” Zym’s muzzle was slightly reddened at asking such a question

“Latrine area,” Zubeia replied. “You don’t want to keep what you’re flushing out trapped in your diaper.”

“Okay.” He then walked over to the section of the cave that had been designated as the latrine area. He carefully backed himself over the small crack in the cave floor, lifted his tail and emptied his bladder. He sighed in relief as he did so, shaking his rump slightly to ensure everything was clean.

The younger dragon then stepped aside to allow his mother to do the same. A torrent of urine surged out from her vagina as she emptied herself down the crack. She performed the same rump shake as he did.

“Now that the first step is finished,” Zubeia said. “Clean up is pretty much the same.” She gently placed a foreleg on Zym’s back to signal for him to roll over. He twitched and shuddered slightly as he felt his mother’s tongue cleaning up his post-coital mess.

Zym then got back onto his feet. “So, uhhh… How should I clean you?”

“Well, you can clean me like I did for you, or you can use leaves.” Zubeia turned towards him and lifted her tail, exposing her vagina.

“I think… I think I’ll just do it myself.” Zym blushed as he realized he was enjoying these activities with his mother.

“Very well, you may proceed.”

Zym nuzzled up to his mother’s vagina and inhaled the scent of urine and arousal that emanated from her slit. He carefully extended his tongue and licked the droplets of liquid off her puffy lower lips.

Zubeia shuddered as her son’s soft tongue caressed her most intimate parts. “Very good,” she said.

Zym paused as he tried to process the tastes on his tongue. He could taste the somewhat sweet and salty flavors of her orgasm fluids overlaid with the sharp, metallic bitterness of her urine. He smacked his lips a bit.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No. It’s just a…different flavor than I’m used to.” With that said, Zym continued licking his mother clean, eliciting moans of pleasure from her.

“Oohhh Zym, that feels very good, just be sure to clean everything thoroughly,” Zubeia moaned softly.

Zym licked up the last remaining moisture from Zubeia’s nether regions, relishing in the flavor.

“Okay, that’s good enough, Zym. You certainly know how to please a female, you’ll do just fine,” Zubeia said as she gave a final sigh after their session.

“I uhh… could we… y’know…” Zym averted his eyes and pawed the ground.

“Yes, Zym?” Zubeia asked

“Could we maybe do this again sometime?” Zym blushed as he spoke.

“I suppose why not, though I would like to eventually teach you our ancient rituals on finding a mate of your own at some point. I suppose for now, it’s a way for both of us to satisfy our needs, especially since I lost Avizandum.”

“Females get these feelings too?” Zym asked, his curiosity sparked.

“Yes, we do,” Zubeia said. “Remember what I said earlier about how sex isn’t just for the pleasure of the male or female alone, and it requires cooperation of both?”

Zym nodded.

“It also means that we can feel arousal and we need to have it satisfied as well. A quick addendum to what I said earlier. After you have sex, both you and your mate should be satisfied.”

“Oh, and one more very important thing. You do not need to worry about this with me because I laid your egg only a few years ago, but female Storm Dragons can only produce an egg after sex during a particular part of their lives, which in our species occurs once when the female is around the age of sexual maturity — around your age Zym — and only once every one thousand years after.

“The rituals will go into further details on this, but you must remember that if you do not wish to have an egg immediately, you can either not have sex in the first place, or consult with the Earthblood Elf herbalists. They have access to a particular supplement that, when consumed by a female, can prevent her from laying an egg if you have sex right afterwards. Again, this must also be okay with the female. If she wants or does not want an egg, you must find a compromise or simply avoid sex for the time being.”

Zym nodded as he took in his mother’s words. “Okay, so now what?”

Zubeia looked at her son’s nude form. “We need to get you diapered.”

The young dragon turned around and looked at his currently unpadded rear. “Oh, right,” he said. A slight blush painted his muzzle as he imagined himself having an accident right in front of his mother. “All right. Also, I’m kind of tired, can I take a nap?” Zym asked as he laid on his back and allowed Zubeia to re-diaper him.

“Of course, I’m also rather tired as well, hunting the Banther and then us having sex, I could use a bit of nap myself,” Zubeia replied as she finished diapering up her son.

Zym blushed at what he was going to ask. As a teen, he hadn’t slept with his mother in a while, but now that they’re relationship had become more intimate, he felt that sleeping with her was under a more mature context. “Can I uhh, sleep with you?”

Zubeia chuckled. “Of course Zym, why would I say no to that? Come here, let’s get cozy, it’s still early and we should have plenty of daylight left after our nap,” she said, laying down in the nest and gesturing for Zym to come lay by her head.

Zym’s tail flicked involuntarily in happiness at the response of his mother. He quickly walked over and nestled into the nest by his mother’s muzzle, his padding crinkling conspicuously as he did so.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too Zym, let’s get cozy and get some rest. You tired me out good earlier. I haven’t had such a good time since before I lost your father.”

Zym purred as he felt his mother’s forepaw gently press him against her warm muzzle.

“I wish I could have known him,” Zym said, looking out into the sky as if he could see his father flying in the clouds.

“There, there Zym, he would be very proud of you. Do not feel bad, he still lives on in you,” Zubeia replied, gently nudging him closer to her muzzle.

Zym purred softly as he snuggled his mother. Before long, the two were sound asleep, the sound of Zym’s snoring drowned out by the deep, rumbling sound that was his mother’s own snoring.

***


Zym awoke, and gave a yawn. He felt his mother shift as she too returned to the waking world.

“Sleep well Zym?” Zubeia asked.

“Like Rex Igneous himself,” he replied.

Zubeia chuckled. “At least you’re not as hot-tempered as that grumpy old stone-muncher.”

Zym nearly laughed out loud at hearing his mother openly insult the Earth Arch-Dragon. Although nobody dared say it to his face, his grumpy attitude was well-known by many. Zym knew it from experience, having personally met the arch-dragon once; the encounter was not a pleasant one.

Zym gave a stretch, feeling his warm, and thoroughly soaked diaper crinkle and squish between his legs, forcing them apart slightly.

“I smell a certain teenage Storm Dragon that needs his diaper changed,” Zubeia said coyly, gently nosing her son.

Zym blushed at the comment of his mother, “Yeah, I am pretty soaked.”

Zubeia nudged her muzzle up to Zym’s sodden diaper and sniffed, her act squishing his warm, wet padding against his slit. He bit his lip as the act sent a sudden surge of arousal through him. “You certainly are. Let’s get you changed. Do you have to pee right now?”

Zym blushed at his mother asking him if he had to pee. “Um,” he said, pawing the ground slightly. “I have a weird question to ask.”

“Go on.”

“You know I like wetting my diapers. But I want to…uh, try doing that without a diaper on.”

Zubeia was taken aback slightly. “Well, that’s an…odd thing. But as I said, as long as you aren’t hurting anyone you are free to do as you wish. Now, if you are planning on ‘experimenting’, I don’t want you doing it near the nest. I will be cleaning you afterwards and you will stay in a diaper for the rest of the day.”

“I understand, do you know of a better place?” Zym asked, still averting his eyes.

Zubeia blinked her eyes as she thought about it. “I really shouldn’t be teaching you this before you learn its intended purpose. The Sky Nexus, the platform at the summit of this spire, is the focal point of the Sky Arcanum’s energy. Because we are Storm Dragons and are intimately linked with the Sky Arcanum, Avizandum and I found out many centuries ago that any…activities done there are…enhanced in a way.

“Because the platform is stone, it may be less comfortable than the nest, but on a warm day like this the stone should be warm. Also, it makes cleaning up much simpler. You can just use Ventus Validus to blow anything off the platform. I would suggest doing any ‘experimentation’ up there. We are so high up here that few others are up ever there, even other dragons. As such, you will have plenty of privacy despite being in the open.”

“Okay!” Zym said, flaring out his wings and taking off into the early afternoon sky.

Zubeia gave a smile at her son’s eagerness to pleasure himself. She remembered how equally horny her mate had been on a regular basis. It seemed Zym was a chip off of his father’s block.

Reaching the Sky Nexus was a trivial task for Zym as he shot straight up into the sky. Soon, he found himself looking at a stone platform, surrounded by an array of small stone pillars. The platform itself was decorated with a complex filigree of spiraling, glowing blue veins. They were not superficially painted on, it was as if somehow they had been crafted right into the stone platform itself. So intense was the energy of the Sky Arcanum that Zym could feel the power coursing through him even though he had not set foot on it.

“If I could feel so much energy just being near it, what would setting foot on it feel like?” he mused aloud. The young dragon gingerly landed on the stone platform and gasped as the Sky Arcanum’s energy flowed through him. The sensation was almost overwhelming in its power, but at the same time it was…exhilarating. As if suddenly his senses were heightened and his blood filled with adrenaline.

“Mom wasn’t kidding about how powerful this place is,” Zym muttered. His body tensed up, every muscle coiled as if preparing for the greatest flight of his life. As his mind was filled with the thoughts of what he had planned, the interaction of the Sky Arcanum’s energy also boosted his mood and feelings, amplifying them beyond anything he had previously imagined.

And that manifested itself in a burning heat in his loins. Zym deftly removed his soaked diaper, and placed it aside as he carefully laid on his back, exposing his belly to the warm sun and taking in the pleasantly warm stone. A blush painted his muzzle as he realized what he was about to do and the arousingly taboo nature of the act.

Already, he could see his penis emerging from his slit thanks to his arousal. A gentle push was all he needed to start the urine flowing. Unlike his previous “accidents” that were all contained in a diaper with the absorbent materials holding the heat of his urine against his groin, this time, the warm stream of urine gracefully arced through the air and splattered on his chest.

The liquid quickly spread out, covering his chest and running down beneath him. Zym simply laid there, basking in the warm bliss of his release and the taboo aspect of the act amplified the sensation. For what felt like an eternity he laid there, his stream arcing from his penis and splashing onto his chest, a sizeable puddle of his urine forming on the stone beneath him. Eventually, he had emptied his bladder all over his chest and belly, and he was lying in a veritable pool of his urine.

Now, with the act completed and the naughtiness of it making his loins ache for further release, he carefully took hold of his still erect penis, wet with fresh urine and began stroking. He moaned and bucked against his hand as waves of pleasure rippled through him at the slightest touch. Even the high of his first orgasm was a candle compared to the inferno of passion and arousal that flooded his body thanks to how the Sky Arcanum amplified his senses.

The warm sun and rocks; the smell of fresh dragon urine; the raw power of the Sky Arcanum and his vigorous ministrations all conspired to drive his pleasure to seemingly impossible heights. A few minutes in, he felt as if he was on the edge of the greatest orgasm of his life.

Zym continued stroking his member — aching for release — as he arched his back and thrust into his hand. He could feel the wind and sun starting to fade into the background as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.

And before he could process what happened, with one last buck, he had possibly the greatest orgasm of his life. A veritable jet of dragon cum fountained into the early afternoon sky and landed in ropes around him, splattering on his chest and muzzle. Zym’s vision was blurry as motes of light danced before his eyes from his mindblowing orgasm. He bucked again as another powerful wave of pleasure rocked his body, as another long rope of dragon cum surged forth from his throbbing penis. He laid back on the warm stone as his penis twitched and a final, smaller jet of dragon cum splattered onto his belly.

The minutes passed as Zym basked in the afterglow of his supernaturally powerful orgasm with the smell of sex and urine swirling around him. He rumbled in pleasure and closed his eyes as his penis began to soften and retract back into his slit as he slowly came down from his orgasmic high. After the afterglow began to fade, he got back up to his feet and looked around.

He had been lying in a shrinking puddle of dragon urine and globs of dragon cum were splattered around where he had been lying. His diaper, its swollen and yellowed interior exposed to the air, also had been marked with dragon cum.

Zym blushed at the thought of putting his soaked diaper back against him, but he realized that he didn’t really know how to diaper himself. Keeping in mind what his mother had told him, he drew on the energy of the Sky Arcanum as the winds began to dance around him. With barely any effort, the winds coalesced into a maelstrom that scoured the rocky landscape clean.

Satisfied that he had left the Sky Nexus as he found it, he galloped towards the edge of the plateau and leapt off, flaring his wings as took to the skies and dove straight down.

***


The flapping of wings quickly got Zubeia’s attention. She craned her neck to see Zym gently alighting on the stone platform. She smiled as he strode into the cave.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked.

Zym nodded. “You were not kidding about the power of the Sky Nexus,” he said, the lingering energy still permeating his veins. He then watched as his mother padded over to the open crate and retrieved a familiar garment.

“Now Zym,” Zubeia said. “Just like we had promised before, you’re getting a bath and staying in diapers for the rest of the day.”

“Yes, mother.” The young Storm Dragon obediently stood still as he felt his mother’s soft tongue removing the scents and fluids from his earlier escapades.

A few minutes later, Zym was on his back and Zubeia was gently licking his belly clean. He bit his lips as she cleaned his diaper area, sending a brief tingle of pleasure through him. “Now that you’re all cleaned up, let’s get that diaper on you before you make a mess,” Zubeia said, unfolding the diaper.

Zym obediently lay down on the opened diaper and with practiced hands, the four tapes at the waist and the tail tape were all secured. He squeezed his hind legs together, feeling the comforting bulk of his new diaper.

“There, all done!” Zubeia gave her son’s diaper an affectionate rub, making his padding audibly crinkle.

“Thanks!” Zym got back to his feet and nuzzled his mother’s foreleg.

“By the way, Boreas will be arriving soon. He wants to see if you’ve made any progress.”

Zym smiled at the thought of showing the Skywing Elf his newly learned lightning breath spell. He was sure that Boreas would be most impressed by it. That said, he was confident that despite his mother’s admonitions that it was an extremely exhausting spell, he’d draw the energy from the Sky Nexus and not make a fool of himself by collapsing from exhaustion in front of the Skywing Elf. “So when will he be here?”

“Right about now,” a familiar voice said. The Skywing Elf walked in through the cave’s entrance. “Good afternoon, Queen Zubeia and Prince Azymondias,” he said with a bow.

Zym, of course, made sure to angle his body so his diaper was not visible to Boreas. “I’ve been practicing!” he said.

“Excellent!” Boreas said. “Now, I assume this means you can cast Fulminis without forming a lightning storm around yourself?”

Zym smiled. “It’s a bit more than that. But I’m not comfortable demonstrating it here. I’ll meet you up in the Sky Nexus.”

“Very well.”

Zym then exited the cave, taking care to conceal his diaper, and soared into the sky. As Boreas watched him take flight, he started drawing some runes into the air. A gentle breeze that rapidly picked up in intensity swirled around him, lifting him off the ground.

Zubeia watched as Boreas walked on the air, supported by the swirling winds. “I can take you to the Sky Nexus myself,” she said.

“I wouldn’t dare impose that on you, Queen Zubeia. Besides, Levare Ventum is a simple spell,” Boreas replied as he walked off the cliff, standing in midair. Soon, the winds picked up and he gradually rose higher into the sky.

Zubeia took flight after Boreas.

***


Zym’s mind and body hummed with excitement as he waited for Zubeia and Boreas to arrive. His tail swished back and forth, making the crinkling of his diaper sound like roaring wind to his ears.

The energy he was drawing from Sky Nexus made his whole body tingle as it begged him to unleash its elemental might. He had only performed the lightning breath once and it was just mere hours ago.

His senses perked up as he heard his mother alighting next to him. She immediately sensed his apprehension. “Zym,” she said. “You will do fine. After all, you have your father’s affinity for the Sky Arcanum.”

The younger dragon nodded. “I know, but I’ve only done this once before.”

“And it was a success. Up here, at the focal point of the Sky Arcanum, it should be a trivial task.”

It was then Boreas peeked over the edge of the platform as he rode his invisible platform of wind to the Sky Arcanum. He then walked as if descending a set of stairs until he touched the ground. Even though his affinity to the Sky Arcanum was miniscule compared to that of the two Storm Dragons, he could still feel the rush of energy emanating from the gently glowing blue runes that marked the pillars and ground. “Well, now that everyone is present,” he said. “Zym, would you please demonstrate what you have learned?”

Zym confidently strode forward, not even caring if his diaper was visible. Boreas raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. His priority was not what Zym was wearing, but his imminent demonstration. Zym flared his wings and took a deep breath, drawing in the immense energies of the Sky Arcanum. His belly scales started to glow, almost imperceptibly at first, and then they started to shine a brilliant white. One by one they lit up along his breast and neck until they reached his throat. The air hummed with electricity as he continued focusing. The arcane energies were building up within him and now all he had to do was focus. Both Boreas and Zubeia’s hair began to stand on end slightly as the electrical energy flowing through Zym permeated the surrounding air.

By now, Zym’s belly scales glowed a brilliant electric blue, nearly blinding to mortal eyes. With a roar of triumph, he fired a massive lightning bolt — more a solid pillar of light — from his mouth into the sky.

Where the lightning bolt intersected the clouds, a massive wave of secondary lightning rippled through them, the roar of thunder booming off into the distance as rain began to lash the Thunderfall Plains.

The blinding flash from his lightning breath left a glowing aura, a halo of electric light surrounding the supercharged teenage Storm Dragon. The aura gradually faded away, revealing a very proud Azymondias. Silhouetted against the darkening sky — for a brief moment — Zubeia and Boreas both swore they saw the likeness of Avizandum himself in Zym’s form, wings outspread, mane blowing in the wind. Down below the Storm Spire, as the shockwave of lightning spread across the darkening sky. A sight not seen in centuries, the Elves knew. A King was soon to return to Xadia.
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