[center]Swapping Burdens[/center] [b]Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap![/b] Panting, tongue lolling out of my maw, eyes crossed, and belly sagging, I dangle from the powerful arms of my Draconic Daddy. “Mmmmmph!”, every time the g-spot is hit. Been stimulated so many times it’ll be easier to count orgasms I haven’t squirted through. Whether it’s the stuff I made, or another liter of cum from Seyia, I can’t say. “Ooooooh~ Good boy, I’ve almost emptied again!” Hip thrusts rapid, claws carefully climbing up my back, and no end to the slapping sound his hips make as they slap against mine each time he hilts inside me. Dazed and confused, my brains thoroughly fucked as my cum-coated pussy takes another load into my swollen belly. Rather, my swelling belly. Daddy’s emptying those balls for the sixth time this day. Another liter flows from one groin to another with my stomach growing each throb. I’m not pregnant, as far as I can tell, but it’d be hard not to get a batch of eggs this coming heat cycle! “Ah! Aaaaah~”, Seyia breathes heavily. Eyes slightly crossed; a couple blinks restore normal vision with those dark pupils gazing down at me. “Good boy”, leaning in, the alien dragon’s tongue extends out for a kiss. Unable to reach over the ball belly he gave me, Seyia’s tongue and muzzle dropped down to kiss it instead. “Mwah!” Breathing softly, he carefully sets me down. Gentle caressing and light nuzzling ensue. Breathing heavily, I lift my shaky arms, wagging gently as he reaches to hold my paw in his. Closing my eyes, I grunt a bit as his shaft pulls out. Wet heat gushes from my loins, seed escaping from the overstuffed womb soaking the dragon that made all of it. Darkness coats my sight as I relax... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Standing tall, proud, and relieved, Seyia stretches. Violet fur and black fur around his hips stained with seed, scales soaked with seed, and his black claws too. Stepping back carefully, the alien dragon silently stalks across the room to the exit. Teasing the door open and shut without even a creak, he deftly hops down from the spiral staircase to the ground floor. Wooden panels shift and melt to catch him. Liquifying for only an instant, the diamond pattern sparkles for a brief second before returning to a maroon color. Sparkling greater than the magically imbued floor, Seyia’s cyan eyes. “Hehe... Knew it would work.” Running off, Seyia’s paws carry him and his long, fluffy tail over bridges of vine to new, circular rooms. Dashing through the gentle downpour, Seyia crosses the canopy and jumps into a room smelling strongly of chemicals. Pink light fills the room. Quicksilver, ethanol, limewater, and more meet the ethereal. Levitating magnetite with the color of pearl, cobalt inscribed with glowing symbols, oak planks growing branches to carve and lather itself with oil. Walking past everything, Seyia stands before a workbench. Grasping two different beakers, Seyia squints as he swirls the three collective ounces of transparent fluid within. Smiling, his sharp teeth glint in the rosy light. “Couple more hours to cool and the transmutation base will be finished... Better start prepping the other ingredients. Now, where did I place that DNA?” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gentle sunset beams batter my eyes. Golden glowing rays rap-tap-tapping on my mind. Urging me to wake, to stand... yet my belly still is heavy. Mottled skies of both dark clouds, white clouds, and bare sky hover overhead. Rain gently knocks on the transparent, metallic roof of the dome, ceaseless. “Guess if Nature is going to be knocking on the ceiling, then you know it’s time to wake up...” Heaving myself to my paws, I reach around to steady myself against the walls. The floor where I lay is soaked with sticky white cum. Stumbling my way across the room, I pat my large belly... “Not as large as it was before... but damn I still have so much in there.” Out the door, down the stairs, and around the room. High atop the trees, high above the ocean breeze, and well below the mountainous walls surrounding us. Looking from one room to the next, I stumble into Seyia’s laboratory. “Hey, Daddy!” Jumping back, the dragon laughs, and turns around. Clutching the glass beakers tightly, he gives a polite nod. “Heya, Titus! Enjoy your nap there?” “Indeed! Wasn't hard to get tired with how hard you rut me!” One coy wink later, I smirk to myself watching Seyia hide his flustered expression. Shaking his head, he turns to put down the beakers. Keeping his head turned toward me, “Just wait until after dinner tonight then!”, is his retort. “Wait...”, maw dropping and eyes opening, I stare incredulously. “You’re horny again? Already!?” Sticking his tongue out, Seyia practically prances past me, back to the vine bridge. “It’s rut season, after all! Hurry back for dinner. You’re cooking tonight!” Staring blankly is all I accomplish. Watching the dragon race across to the main dome, I rub over my stomach. Breathing hard and slowly, I feel an odd chill work its way down my spine. Twitching my ears, I slowly turn my head back toward Seyia’s desk. “I’ll be cooking alright... You’re not the only one who knows your way around this lab.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Warm roast, red wine, and two ravenous lovers. Tearing, gnashing, and devouring the food with ferocity. Munching, crunching, and tearing through a Shepherd’s Pie, ham roast, crispy bacon, and veal sandwiches. “So...” Biting into another slice of pie, Seyia wipes his muzzle. “How do you do it?” Tapping my chest with a fist, I clear my throat. “Do what?” “Make this food taste so good!” Grabbing his glass, the gluttonous Greeline gulps down another helping. “Even the wine tastes better than usual.” Chuckling, I raise my own glass aloft and wink. Pointing one claw towards him, I curl the digit back to tap the glass. Chime ringing through the air, I pull the glass back to my snoot and wolf it down! Holding his head in his claws, the dragon grunts loudly. “Pardon me. Gonna go use the bathroom quickly.” Feeling faintly dizzy myself, I lean back in my chair, holding my head. My reflection in my glass stares back at me with cyan eyes... and I can’t hold back a smile. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hot and cold waves wash over Seyia. Intense waves threatening to drown him in malaise. Skin crawling, legs heavy, and overall itchy. Moaning through the halls to the restroom, he steps before a mirror. One... Two... One... Two... Plodding paws propel him further towards the looking glass, his bright yellow eyes coming into view. Lifting one arm up to his face, the perplexed expression Seyia bears turns to shock. Patches of dusky brown fur peak from between his scales. One after another, poking out through the natural armor. Each and every strand of violet fur shimmers and shatters, leaving behind a patch of brown in their place. Shocked and mesmerized at once, the dragon’s mind halts as he acts on the first instinct he feels. Pointing his muzzle skyward with one low, long howl. “Awooooooooooooooo!” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I’m not too far behind. Watching as my claws shift elongate. Feeling my chest expand. Each laugh tinged with a low growl and rumbling in my throat. Fur ties itself into thick boards before rearranging its structure. Armor of violet scales encasing my arms, orange pigmentation in the skin of my ears, around my eyes, and replacing the black of my pawpads too. Twitching my longer, sharper ears to pick up the howl, I rest one foot on the dinner table and push back, balancing the chair. Gradually, I curl my elongating leg to stay balanced. Growing, pearly white fangs glint in the moonlight. While less fluffy than before, my longer, slender tail can still wag in excitement. “Neeeeearly there~” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ribs, spine, skull, and muscles all around warp and stretch, shrink and twist. Silky light swaddles Seyia, preventing any pain as his height rapidly decreases. Three glorious meters of his towering physique and muscle drops down to nearly two in the space of seconds. Lips morph into a more prominent size, turning black just like his pawpads. “T-Titus?” Glancing in the mirror, he watches in wonder while his Adder’s Tongue molds into a singular tip. Hot breath smelling of dog hits his nose. No longer can he feel his tail touching the ground either, as the fluffy spine extension barely dusts the ground now. Clasping his forehead with his new paws, the bumps of his horns rapidly recede into nothing. Wincing as his abdomen feels a powerful, impossible urge, wetness leaks from his slit. Possessing a voice Seyia is all too familiar with, my own voice shouts, “Titus!!!” into the halls. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lumbering, loud steps echo in response. Heaving, hot breathing speaks volumes. I can smell my own heat. Intensely. Without ever acknowledging that I’m moving around, I glance down into the hallway. Racing down the hallway. With a long, slender, green length dripping translucent liquid I’m familiar with growing between my legs. Two aching spots in my hips cry out in need. Slamming my brain with seasonal desire over and over again. Upon seeing the small, meek wolf standing outside the bathroom, I leap towards the source of the sweet scent. “Hey there, Seyia... Your balls really are productive, hehe.” Giving him my best bedroom eyes, I bend down to scoop him up into my arms in one motion. Gasping either at hearing his own voice, or from having his old strength used against him, Seyia lets loose a brief whimper. Clutching at his old chest, he squeaks, “Don’t tell me you’re actually about to...” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]SCHOP! SCHOP! SCHOP! SCHOP! SCHOP![/b] Panting, tongue lolling out of his maw, eyes crossed, and belly sagging, Seyia dangles from the powerful arms of his Draconic Daddy. “Mmmmmph!”, every time the g-spot is hit. Been stimulated so many times it’ll be easier to count orgasms he hasn’t squirted through. Whether it’s the stuff he made, or another liter of cum from me, I can’t say. There aren’t any words to exchange. Up against the wall with the moonlight raining down on us makes it easy for me to suggest anything I wanted with my eyes. Holding his legs above his head, my tongue meeting and passing his, and more importantly... getting my third orgasm out. Cumming. One of the only times I’m happy slowing down. Moaning into Seyia’s maw, I feel him moaning back. Wiggling my hips, I feel his pussy clenching my dick. Growling with each clench, I curl my toes as I feel the aching inside return not moments later. Raising and lowering my eyebrows a couple times is all I need to do. “Mmmmmmph...” Seyia’s eyes can’t right themselves. Seed leaks from his groin, desperate to escape the swollen stomach he bears. Focus unattainable, I carefully draw back, sliding the knot away from his slit. “Mmmmmph!” Another groan on my tongue. Caution can go to the wind. Even if he’s in heat... that’s a risk I’ll happily take~ Jostling him with my hips is only step one. Pressing my knot by his entrance is step two. Settling my breathing into a gentle pace is step three... Step four is getting my fourth load out. Clutching at his ankles with my claws for balance, I carefully brace him on the wall again and my ankles as my hips begin to rapid-fire thrusts. Seyia’s moans and my growls keep coming together. Time and again I hilt, hitting his g-spot. Over and over, increasing and decreasing my rate of thrusting as necessary to prevent myself from losing my own composure. Not that there’s anyone to worry about impressing other than the new wolf. Watching Seyia’s eyes begin to roll up, I slow my thrusting down and carefully extract my tongue. Before letting his head roll to the side, I gently shake his body in my arms. “Just hold on, Love. Daddy’s almost done.” “Uh... uh huh... S-Sure thing D-Daddy...” Blinking unevenly, his head threatens to fall forward toward his bulging belly until a familiar tongue fills his maw and throat once more. “Mmmmmph!” No time like the present. If he can’t last much longer with his new pussy, I may as well try and wrap things up quickly. Widening my stance, taking a deep breath in through my nostrils, and steel myself to the core. Shutting my eyes, I allow myself to growl freely. Fully animal, I pound Seyia’s pussy with all my might. Groans, moans, whimpers, and more only fuel the fire in my chest. Only make my knot throb harder. Each thrust feels like it takes an entire minute to my mind... yet clearly Seyia’s expression tells that his own dick is doing wonders to breaking him into his position as a breeder. [b]POP![/b] Without a care in the world, I push my knot into his warm, wet, welcoming vagina. Curling my own toes this time, I moan back while my eyelids flutter slightly. Throb after throb, pulse after pulse. Pumping, pushing, propelling seed. Another liter growing his stomach out. Hopefully, this time with eggs. Despite the arousing sight before me, I only have one thought cross my mind... [i]“Wonder if I can make it to round five?”[/i]