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"writing": "[b][u][center]Her Breeding House\nKink-Tober 24: Breeding/Impregnation\nFor Dreixes\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe car stopped behind the apartment building. Alevia’s driver looked into the mirror, meeting her eyes for half a second before realizing that she was already staring back. As he looked away, the dragoness chuckled. \n\n“Don’t worry. You’re not in any trouble. Today.”\n\n“Yes, ma’am.”\n\n“Just make sure that you’re ready if any of the cops show up. They shouldn’t, but you know how things go.”\n\n“Yes, ma’am.”\n\nShe chuckled as she stepped out of the car. The coyote was always such a nervous one, always thinking that it was going to be his turn if Alevia got bored or pissed off. And one day, it might be, but she’d gotten used to the feeling of having a driver. It was, for lack of a better word, suitable to have someone else carry her around all day. Getting rid of that privilege was too much of a step down for her to tolerate. \n\nLeaning back with one hand on the car roof, she looked up at the apartment building. It was one of the older ones in the city, brick-walled and lacking most of the ‘modernization’ that a lot of the other, more expensive buildings had. That was the main reason that she’d been attracted to it; older places tended to react better to the stuff she wanted. More to the point, older places got less interest than the new ones. \n\nShe looked at the driver’s side mirror, leaning down to adjust her hair. Brown locks ending in ginger tips hung between her horns, framing either side of her face. She tugged them back, weaving them between her horns to make sure that they were out of the way. Her green scales were properly shined and polished, keeping her fairly reflective. Her blouse, gray and tight, had popped at some point during the ride here, but that was going to happen later anyway, so that was fine. \n\nAs she stood up, though – \n\n“M-ma’am? Your skirt –”\n\n“Heh, yes, I know. Don’t worry about it.”\n\nHer skirt, though knee-length, was already tented with her eagerness for what waited for her inside. Alevia rested her hand over the sheath-bulge, teasing it with the meat of her thumb, before pulling her hand back and turning to the apartment building’s back door. \n\nThe building belonged to her, so there was no reason that she shouldn’t come in through the front door. However, the dragoness had found that her tenants had a habit of avoiding her if they knew she was coming. If they saw her car coming ‘round the front, they rushed for the back door, or locked their doors, or did whatever else they could think of to keep her out. She’d gotten used to it; honestly, the extra effort almost made it more fun for her. She blamed her dragon genes for that. \n\nBut as nervous as her tenants were, they were also…She chuckled. The kindest way to put it was ‘scatterbrained.’ They focused on one entrance and forgot that there was a second one. \n\nWell, most of them did. She pulled the door open and stepped inside – \n\n“Who – oh. Ms. Alevia,” Quincy said, bowing at the waist behind his desk. “I, uh, didn’t know you were coming today.”\n\n“That’s the point, Quincy. All the better to get my payment.”\n\n“Rent is deposited automatically, Ms. Alevia…but I get the feeling that you aren’t meaning that this time.”\n\n“I never mean it that way. Out from around the desk now, Quincy,” she said, curling her finger. “Let’s see how the treatment plan’s been treating you.”\n\n“I –”\n\n“Quincy, Quincy, Quincy. Don’t forget. I don’t just own the building. I own you.” \n\nAlevia reached into her pocket, pulling out a small black book. She held it between two fingers; the raccoon-tanuki hybrid stared at it, his eyes glued to the front cover. The dragoness thumbed it open and started flicking through the pictures inside. \n\n“I have quite the collection, remember? And if I were to start fiddling with them –”\n\n“Please…please don’t…”\n\n“Then you do understand.” She chuckled, putting the little black book away. “Now, out. Come on now.”\n\nQuincy’s face was a picture of humiliation and embarrassment as he walked around the desk. Without the computer, lamp, and other things in the way, the bulge at his crotch was far more obvious. Far, far more obvious…\n\n[i]Mmm, looks like the pills and edging are starting to do their job,[/i] she thought as she rested her hand on her hip. [i]He’s going to need to start wearing a kilt or something soon.[/i]\n\nAs usual, Quincy’s mask-patterned cheeks burned as she looked him up and down. He kept his hands at his sides as the well-paid building manager he was, but she could tell that he really didn’t like being put on display like this. \n\nTough. He got paid the big bucks – and didn’t have his memory fucked with – and that meant that he had to be a good boy for her. \n\n“Mmmm, not doing too badly right now. I imagine that’s getting rather…uncomfortable. How many times did you edge for me last night?” she asked. \n\n“Mmmph…Twelve.”\n\n“And this morning?”\n\n“Another…another twelve.”\n\n“Mmm. I imagine that if your balls were bald, they’d be blue,” she said, shaking her head. “Alright. Pants off.”\n\n“…Y-yes, ma’am.”\n\nPower. It really was intoxicating. Quincy’s prim and proper nature never would have allowed him to answer questions like that from anyone else. But since she owned the building – and in effect, owned him – he had no choice. The fact that she was a woman telling him what to do…somehow, that made it even sweeter. \n\n[i]Dad would call him part of my hoard,[/i] she thought. [i]But he’d be wrong. He’s just someone that feeds it.[/i]\n\nAs the hybrid unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, Alevia savored the sight of the care he had to take doing it. Every movement had to be considered, forcing the raccoon-tanuki to take time, to work around the bulge of his balls to avoid hurting them. Every movement, every sliding inch of his pants coming down, had to be managed carefully or he’d catch himself. And as a result, it meant that he was more exposed and looked far more vulnerable to her as she watched him. \n\nInch by inch, his pants worked down and around his crotch. His slacks hit the floor first, then, as he stood with his fingers in the waistband of his boxers, she saw how close they were to bursting. His cock was completely soft in there, but his balls…\n\n[i]Mmmm, definitely working well for him,[/i] she thought, smirking as she saw the button in the front fighting for its life. [i]Those balls are probably so full that he’ll thank me for taking that size off his hands.[/i]\n\nHe peeled the slick-fronted boxers down, then stood with his hands linked behind his back. His face burned, his eyes pointed straight up, and his tail was curled down and around his ankle, but everything was perfectly on display. A meager little cock, scarcely more than four and a half inches once it rose from its sheath, topped a pair of balls that were each bigger than her fist. Alevia guessed she’d need both hands to properly cup the hybrid’s balls, and more, she could see them churning, slowly rolling in the sac. \n\nQuincy didn’t say a word. She’d trained him better than that. \n\nAlevia leaned back against the wall, her own shaft rising further from its sheath and pressing against the front of her panties. She teased it through her skirt, knowing that Quincy wouldn’t say a word about it. Not for what she paid him. Her tail twitched behind her as she licked her lips. \n\n“Mmm, look at you. So heavy and full…I imagine it’s been hard for you to think today.”\n\n“V-very hard, ma’am.”\n\n“Hard enough to get your job done normally, considering the state that I make sure everyone’s in. They’re all randy, needy, wanton most of the time. All those drugs I have you put in the water supply to make sure that they’re hot to trot. But you can’t put your hands on them, can you?” Alevia asked, squeezing her cock as it throbbed to full size, tenting her skirt and panties both. “You can’t touch them, no matter how much they beg. All you can do is stare at the security recordings and wish that you were in the apartments with them, giving them what I do.”\n\nHe didn’t say a word, but his blush spoke for him. Oh, he wanted it. She’d made sure that he wanted it. Part of the interview for the position had been specifically tailored to find the kind of man that would blush and whimper when someone else got what he couldn’t have. There was no need for someone that would get too assertive in her business; she wanted someone that she could tease, manipulate, and take advantage of. Quincy fit the bill perfectly.\n\n“And with those heavy, heavy balls…and all those edges under your belt…I bet that you’re not even thinking of them anymore. You’re thinking of the person that can tell you when it’s time to release. Mmmm, yes, you’re thinking of me. The boss. The woman in charge. Thinking of all the things I can make you do in order to earn that little release. Thinking of how good it would be if I let you walk over and thrust between my thighs…or if I pinned you to the desk and tested your cock between my breasts, like I did last week. Do you remember that, Quincy?”\n\n“Y-yes, ma’am. I remember.”\n\n“But that’s not the one that you really, really want, is it? No, no, that’s something else…ah, yes.” \n\nShe smirked as she pushed herself away from the wall. The dragoness swayed as she walked across the room, looming over the raccoon-tanuki as he stood there, his hands behind his back, his entire body trembling as she loomed over him. Closer, closer, closer, until she stood with his cock right between her thighs. She pulled her legs together, nudging his cock upward until the tip kissed her panties and just barely touched her pussy on the other side. \n\nHe gasped, sucking in air and shivering as his face went its reddest yet. \n\n“You want to feel that again, don’t you? That was your Christmas bonus last year, seeing how long you could hump your boss. Each minute you lasted was another twenty dollars, and you could pull out at any time. But if you came, you lost everything. Remind me…how long did you last?”\n\n“…Five minutes…”\n\n“And did you pull out in time?”\n\n“…No, Miss Alevia.”\n\n“And you want to try again…not for the money, but just to feel this –”\n\nShe squeezed her thighs again, drawing another gasp out of him as she pulled him flush to her. His cock was throbbing so hard; it was almost adorable. His hips twitched, clearly trying to thrust, to fuck – \n\nThen she let go. He almost fell over. To his credit, he remained standing and quickly assumed his position once more. \n\n“Mmmm, delicious.” She chuckled. “Now, hold still. I think it’s time to take some of that weight off of you…”\n\nHis blush faded, but he didn’t move. Another little confirmation that she’d made the right choice hiring him over some of the other, more assertive men. \n\nAfter taking a few steps back, she reached into the other pocket in her blouse. Inside was a small cube, one that, with a little finagling, gradually unfolded. A slot dropped down at the bottom, and in the center, a glass lens pushed forward, taking up more and more space until it was the centerpiece of the whole mechanism. \n\nIn short order, she had a camera in hand. She held it to her eyes, lowered it, took a few steps back, and checked again. Perfect. \n\n“Smile, Quincy. You’re going to be juuuuust fine.”\n\nClick. \n\nPOOMF!\n\nThe flash that lit the room did its usual thing; the raccoon-tanuki was completely dazed from it, his eyes spinning round and round, and he wobbled from side to side. He probably could barely see with the light – and the magic behind it – rattling around in his brain. \n\nAs the camera box whirred, the slot at the bottom opening and dispensing a blacked-out photo, Alevia pulled it free. The camera itself got tucked back into her pocket, but the photo got shaken from side to side as she hummed. \n\n“Hmmm-hmmm…come to me, big boys…come to your new owner…”\n\nAnd as the photograph started to gain detail, as the darkness faded away, the change took effect. Quincy’s balls started to pull up, the sheer weight of them fading away – not just the weight, but the size, as well. He wobbled again, and as his legs parted, his balls only swung slightly. As he corrected his posture, his gray-furred orbs pulled up tighter still, shrinking down, down, down, until they were pulled so high and so tight that they couldn’t move at all. They were just…there. \n\nBut for Alevia, the opposite was happening. \n\nShe spread her legs further, letting the growth hit. She sighed in raw pleasure as she felt her balls falling, filling, then falling again, pressing against her panties so firmly that she could feel the threads starting to give. She reached between her legs, utterly uncaring of how unladylike it was, and groped herself. \n\n“Mmm…yesssss.”\n\nThe pressure, the weight, the size – it was just what she craved. Bigger, more, fuller – \n\n[i]The essence of dragonhood: being more, being better, having more.[/i]\n\nAlevia growled deep in her chest as she felt her underwear give, the threads giving up the fight, then part of the leg-hole elastic, and then – \n\nRIIIP!\n\nThe garment itself tore, her green-scaled sac falling and dangling between her legs. She grinned as she rolled her hips forward, feeling the new, weightier pair swinging back and forth. It was just what she needed, and the sheer heft to her balls – bigger than Quincy’s had been, his size added to hers – made her cock pulse all the harder. It throbbed upward, lifting her skirt enough that her balls were just barely visible. \n\nThe raccoon-tanuki shivered, his eyes drawn down before he forced them back up. He snapped his legs together, once more standing at attention. \n\n“W-will there be anything else, Miss Alevia?” he whispered. \n\n“Mmmm, tempting, tempting,” she said, still flicking the photo back and forth. “I could take what’s left of your cock. Not that it was ever any great shakes, but still, seven inches to four and a half is, heh, something.”\n\nHe didn’t say a word. She almost wished he would; if he complained, if he whimpered and begged, then she’d have every reason to take his cock. Instead, he just stood there, still at attention, still waiting for her decision. \n\nA weakling he might be, but a weakling was only so fun to push around. She looked down at the picture of him – the picture, at least, had his balls – and shrugged. \n\n“You can keep it for another day.”\n\n“Thank you, Miss Alevia.”\n\n“Put your pants back on. I’ll be visiting some of the girls today. I assume they’re all here?”\n\n“Y-yes, ma’am,” he said, hurriedly pulling his pants on – much faster than he had taken them off. “They’re all in. I have the records –”\n\n“No need. I remember who’s here and who’s not. I think I’ll be visiting Esmerelda and Gianna today. I seem to recall that Esmerelda hasn’t delivered yet, right?”\n\n“She has not, no.”\n\n“Good, good. Then she’ll be quite swollen and heavy with milk. Just what I need.”\n\nLeaving him without another word, she walked out of the office and into the main lobby of the apartment building. With Esmerelda on the second floor and Gianna on the fifth, she had plenty of walking to do. \n\nAs she made her way up the stairs, she pulled the little black book out again. The photos shimmered as she flipped through them, looking for an empty slot for the latest one. Some sported well-endowed men – well, formerly well-endowed, once the pictures were taken – while others showed women that were in the deepest depths of pregnancy with tits spilling down their chest and milk oozing from their nipples. One picture featured a mare with her tail up and her ass on display; Alevia remembered that one fondly, particularly how that ass clapped before she stole the heft of it away. \n\nEach picture was of someone that she had drained, capturing their essence with her camera and savoring it as part of her own body. It never lasted long, of course – she was often spending it on others – but it was enjoyable while it lasted. It was why she kept such a building for herself; with ever-gooning men and desperately horny – and pregnant – women, there was never any shortage of masculinity and femininity for her to feed on and make part of herself. \n\nSliding Quincy’s latest photo in among the other ones she had of him – including the one where he used to have seven inches between his legs – she closed the photo album and put it back in her pocket. Her cock throbbed as her attention shifted from her bulliable property manager to the tenants that she had. Esmerelda first, and…yes, that was going to be a fun one, heh. \n\nShe reached the second floor, humming to herself as she walked down the line. Here and there was the sound of a door hurriedly locking. Not that it would help the occupant if she decided that she needed a bit of payment early, but she wasn’t here for them. Next week, she might visit Viola the secretary bird (that one had a splendid bit of tail that she could use) or maybe Sheela the duck (poor girl had a cock that she regularly complained about, and Alevia could use a few more inches). \n\nBut those were for another time. For now, she had a payment to take off Esmerelda. The goat’s door was at the far end of the hall and – as expected – it was unlocked. It wasn’t the first time that she’d knocked the goat up, and it wouldn’t be the last, and every single time, the other woman had gotten more and more scatterbrained from carrying a kid. Or three; one time it had been triplets. \n\n“Esmerelda?” Alevia called as she leaned around the doorframe. “Are you here?”\n\n“Who’s there?” a lilting voice called. \n\n“It’s Alevia. I’m here for a new picture.”\n\n“Oooh, I always love to model.”\n\nThe green dragoness chuckled to herself, shutting the door behind her. Sounded like it was going to be a simple one. She turned around again – \n\nAnd got an eye-full of the thirty-something goat walking out from the kitchen without a stitch on. Her belly was swollen, white fur pushed forward and sagging around it, and her breasts had to be up to an E cup already, probably near to the point of crossing over to the next cup size. She waddled as she walked, her wide hips making it impossible for her to walk in a straight line as she made way from the kitchen to the couch. \n\nIt was quite the view, but it always was. Alevia had let the goat move in when she was still in her mid-twenties; the other woman had been here nearly a decade now, popping out a kid every year. Where did they go? Alevia didn’t know; as far as she was aware, Child Protective Services just had this place on watch. As long as the kids weren’t harmed in the building and were called in as soon as they were born, nobody seemed to care. \n\nAnd it wasn’t like Esmerelda entirely remembered that she had given birth. She’d had a funny reaction to the camera the first time, losing track of being pregnant, and when someone had asked her about it later, she hadn’t understood. After that, it hadn’t taken long for the rest of the tenants to leave that question alone; she was a little dotty outside of that, as evidenced by the lack of clothes, but she didn’t seem bothered by being pregnant, nor losing kids, or getting pregnant again. \n\nSo long as she was okay, nobody was going to rock the boat. And Alevia gave her free room and board to go with it. Seemed only fair enough considering that it was her camera that had caused the problem in the first place. \n\nShe enjoyed the view as Esmerelda leaned back, all but flopping out on the chair. The goat’s head leaned back as she panted, obviously trying to catch her breath, and thin rivers of white ran from her breasts down her chest and stomach. Her legs spread, her tiny little hooves clicking against the floor as she kicked her legs further and further apart to air out her pussy. \n\n“Goodness, but it’s been a long day,” Esmerelda said. “I didn’t think that you’d be here today, or I – I would have showered.”\n\n“Heh, you look fine as you are. Nice and beautiful, as ever.”\n\n“Oh, you. Thank you, though. I don’t know what I’ve done to be so welcome in a place like this.”\n\n[i]Helps that you have the nicest rack of any of my tenants,[/i] she thought, looking down at those fat tits again. [i]And you get bigger and bigger with each kid that you pop out, I swear. Nobody else gets me milkers like you do.[/i]\n\n“So, you want me to – ah!” Esmerelda groaned as she tried and failed to get off the couch. “Mmmph…I don’t know why it’s so hard to walk around sometimes. It’s like this every year, I swear. Maybe I’m getting some sort of winter stiffness.”\n\n“Heh, maybe,” Alevia said, shaking her head. “But it’s fine. You stay right there and I’ll take all the pictures I need.”\n\n“Oh, just – right here? Wouldn’t I look better if I was standing or something?” \n\n“No, no, you just stay right there.”\n\nPulling the camera free and setting it up was something that she could do blindfolded (and had done to make sure that she could do it in case of emergency). So, while her hands were busy, Alevia enjoyed the view. \n\nEsmerelda was quite swollen, likely to the point where she’d be dropping her new kid in the next few months, maybe even as soon as the next few weeks. There was a wonderful baby bump to her stomach, and it hung forward just enough to make it harder to see her pussy, though it didn’t completely eclipse it. She had the motherly glow that many of the females in the apartment building did after Alevia worked her magic – and her dick – into them, and she had the same sort of happy, swollen, motherly look that the other women did. \n\nBut the goat was something special. She [i]looked[/i] blissed out, all the time, and when she leaned back with her legs spread, particularly so full as this, she looked like an earth mother. It was the other reason that she was never [i]that[/i] bothered about giving the goat a free room; she was something unique, something that was different from everyone else. No dragon would let that go. \n\nAs Esmerelda smiled, Alevia lifted the camera to her face. The view was just as spectacular as it could get; the rounded stomach, the heavy breasts, the way that the nipples were hardening as if subconsciously aware that the stud responsible for the baby was around, they were all easily in view. She looked up from the camera. \n\n“Say cheese.”\n\n“Cheeeeeese.”\n\nClick. \n\nPOOMF!\n\nJust like before, the transformation started settling in as soon as the photo was in her hands. Esmerelda let out a giddy little giggle as she rolled her head along her shoulders, her eyes rolling and spinning as the changes settled in. Her breasts started shrinking in, taking pressure off of her spine and back. They tightened, and the white rivers ceased, turning to trickles and then to nothing. \n\nAnd in exchange, Alevia’s own started to grow. She smirked as she looked down, watching as her blouse fought against the strain that the new mass behind the cotton caused. She ran her fingers over her rising tits, feeling the tightness around them. The dragoness curled her hand into a fist, huffing softly to herself as she enjoyed the sheer heft that came with the transfer. \n\nThere was nothing like a mother’s breasts. There was nothing like the weight and the bliss that came with that. She rolled her own eyes back, feeling her shirt straining, the button about to give way – \n\nThen she flicked it open. One little nudge, and thump. Her breasts fell out of her blouse, thumping against her chest. She didn’t bother hiding them; Esmerelda was not in a fit state to notice. \n\n“Mmmph, that flash is so briiiiiight,” the goat said. \n\n“Yes, it always is.”\n\n“Did I look good?”\n\n“Very, very good. I’ll get you the picture later,” Alevia promised, knowing that the promise would be forgotten the second she walked out the door. \n\n“Thanks. Thank you!”\n\n“You’re welcome.”\n\nShe walked out the door with her breasts still filling in. As they hung lower, nipples pointing up with a jaunty little perkiness, the dragoness shook her head. \n\n“I think even dad would be weirded out by that one…but at least she’s happy,” Alevia muttered, shaking her head. “Might need to talk to a lawyer about that one thought…anyway, up to Gianna.”\n\nThat was going to be an interesting one. The maned wolf had delivered her child a few months back, but had managed to be out of the building for the dragoness’s last six visits. Not a good sign among the occupants; they were supposed to be very eager. It meant that something had changed, and she didn’t like that. \n\nAfter climbing three flights of stairs and reaching Gianna’s door, she pulled at the knob and found it locked. She sighed. \n\n“Gianna. It’s me.”\n\n“Go to heeeeeeell.”\n\n“You know, I could, but there’s nothing good to breed down there, so open the door.”\n\n“Not a chance.”\n\nAlevia sighed. It was going to be like that. She leaned back, then slammed her shoulder into the wood. \n\nCRACK!\n\nIt came down with one good thump. None of the doors were built to keep a dragon out, after all. She stepped through – \n\nCLANG!\n\n“FUCK!”\n\nAlevia stumbled backward, holding one hand to her head and hissing through her teeth. An old metal kettle lay at her feet, the side dented from where it had hit her head. Groaning through the throbbing headache that followed, she looked up just in time to see Gianna glaring at her – and holding a flower vase overhead. \n\nGrabbing hold of the maned wolf’s wrists, she pulled them up, back, and against the wall. The leggy woman growled, narrowing her eyes. \n\n“Fucking sex pest,” the maned wolf grunted. \n\n“Heh. That’s part of the arrangement of living here. Surprised that you realized that’s what was going on.”\n\n“I always remember. I just…ugh…”\n\n“Can’t do much about it when I keep flashing the memories out of your head, hmm?”\n\n“…”\n\n“Yeah, we’re going to have to flash a few more out of you. And put another baby in your womb. You’ve been stiffing me of late. Guess I’ll just have to take a different kind of payment.”\n\n“Fuck you.”\n\n“Soon enough.”\n\nAlevia didn’t like using the camera ‘from the hip,’ as it were. Without aiming through the viewfinder, it was damn easy to miss and take a picture of something else. Still, there wasn’t going to be time to aim; as soon as she moved out of frame, Gianna was going to run; she needed to stop that as fast as she could. \n\nShe let go. In the split-second between the maned wolf hitting the floor again and Gianna taking off, Alevia snapped the shot. \n\nClick. \n\nPOOMF!\n\nThe disorienting flash almost caught her. Unlike the others that were hit by the white light, Gianna didn’t immediately go down. She stumbled along the wall, leaning against it and groaning as she rubbed her eyes. \n\n“Fuck…fuck…”\n\n“Well, let’s see what we got, shall we?” Alevia muttered, taking the dispensing photo and shaking it. “Might as well sit down; if I got you, you’re not going anywhere.”\n\n“Mmmph…if you got me.”\n\n“Stubborn.”\n\n“Damn straight.”\n\nAs the other woman walked on wobbly legs, Alevia looked down at the picture. It was faint, but she could just make out the other woman’s outline. A little blurred, so not [i]as[/i] effective as it usually would be, but there was enough. Enough to get something out of it, and she knew just what it was going to be. \n\nAlevia grinned as Gianna stumbled, the other woman’s legs going out from under her and sliding over to the dragoness. Chuckling as her spine cracked and popped, the green dragoness walked across the room, enjoying her new center of balance and the greater power that came from greater height. Her legs stretched longer, longer, and longer still, adding three, six, nine inches to her height by the time she caught up with her tenant. \n\nShe leaned down and picked up the now-much-shorter woman, pinning her against the wall again and lifting her tail. Gianna grunted as she was held in place, her face sliding against the wall as she shrunk down from five-foot-nine to just under five feet tall, positively tiny in front of the dragoness. \n\n“Nnngh…fuck…fuck…”\n\n“You know, I imagine that this is going to be pretty intense for you,” Alevia said, grinding her cock up and down the other woman’s ass cheeks. “I mean, I’m usually much bigger than you, but now –”\n\n“One of these days, I’m going to get away before you can do this. One of these days, I fucking swear, I’m going to get out before you can get a fucking picture.”\n\n“Maybe. But good luck finding anywhere else that’ll let you stay for less than a hundred a month,” she said, nudging her cock down until the tip was rubbing right against the other woman’s slit. “And don’t lie. You’re wet as hell; even if your head says no, your body says yes.”\n\nWith Gianna gritting her teeth and grumbling away, the dragoness tuned her out. The whole scheme could be making her more money, but that would mean getting less desperate tenants. Even with the flash more or less controlling most of them, there would have been far more problems with those that thought they had rights under dragons. \n\n[i]Heh, listen to me. Starting to think like him.[/i]\n\nShaking her head, she pushed her skirt the rest of the way to the side and – squelch. Gianna seized up under her, gasping for breath as Alevia worked her dick in up to the hilt, the ridges on either side grinding and nudging their way in. The maned wolf didn’t have a chance, really; everyone in the building broke down, even if it was only temporarily, on her dick. \n\n“Let’s put another cub in you…I think you can give me a little more ass if I fill your womb up enough…”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A different sort of kink-tober. Instead of the act of breeding happening, this one is more on asset-theft, but in a way that uses breeding others to harness more assets to take. \n\nTags: Intersex/F, Intersex/M, Dragon, Dragoness, Raccoon, Tanuki, Hybrid, Goat, Maned Wolf, Asset Theft, Breeding House, Pregnant, Impregnation, Dark, Ball Growth, Height Growth, Boob Growth, Magic Camera, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Femdom, \n",
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Her Breeding House Kink-Tober 24: Breeding/Impregnation For Dreixes By Draconicon
The car stopped behind the apartment building. Alevia’s driver looked into the mirror, meeting her eyes for half a second before realizing that she was already staring back. As he looked away, the dragoness chuckled.
“Don’t worry. You’re not in any trouble. Today.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Just make sure that you’re ready if any of the cops show up. They shouldn’t, but you know how things go.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She chuckled as she stepped out of the car. The coyote was always such a nervous one, always thinking that it was going to be his turn if Alevia got bored or pissed off. And one day, it might be, but she’d gotten used to the feeling of having a driver. It was, for lack of a better word, suitable to have someone else carry her around all day. Getting rid of that privilege was too much of a step down for her to tolerate.
Leaning back with one hand on the car roof, she looked up at the apartment building. It was one of the older ones in the city, brick-walled and lacking most of the ‘modernization’ that a lot of the other, more expensive buildings had. That was the main reason that she’d been attracted to it; older places tended to react better to the stuff she wanted. More to the point, older places got less interest than the new ones.
She looked at the driver’s side mirror, leaning down to adjust her hair. Brown locks ending in ginger tips hung between her horns, framing either side of her face. She tugged them back, weaving them between her horns to make sure that they were out of the way. Her green scales were properly shined and polished, keeping her fairly reflective. Her blouse, gray and tight, had popped at some point during the ride here, but that was going to happen later anyway, so that was fine.
As she stood up, though –
“M-ma’am? Your skirt –”
“Heh, yes, I know. Don’t worry about it.”
Her skirt, though knee-length, was already tented with her eagerness for what waited for her inside. Alevia rested her hand over the sheath-bulge, teasing it with the meat of her thumb, before pulling her hand back and turning to the apartment building’s back door.
The building belonged to her, so there was no reason that she shouldn’t come in through the front door. However, the dragoness had found that her tenants had a habit of avoiding her if they knew she was coming. If they saw her car coming ‘round the front, they rushed for the back door, or locked their doors, or did whatever else they could think of to keep her out. She’d gotten used to it; honestly, the extra effort almost made it more fun for her. She blamed her dragon genes for that.
But as nervous as her tenants were, they were also…She chuckled. The kindest way to put it was ‘scatterbrained.’ They focused on one entrance and forgot that there was a second one.
Well, most of them did. She pulled the door open and stepped inside –
“Who – oh. Ms. Alevia,” Quincy said, bowing at the waist behind his desk. “I, uh, didn’t know you were coming today.”
“That’s the point, Quincy. All the better to get my payment.”
“Rent is deposited automatically, Ms. Alevia…but I get the feeling that you aren’t meaning that this time.”
“I never mean it that way. Out from around the desk now, Quincy,” she said, curling her finger. “Let’s see how the treatment plan’s been treating you.”
“I –”
“Quincy, Quincy, Quincy. Don’t forget. I don’t just own the building. I own you.”
Alevia reached into her pocket, pulling out a small black book. She held it between two fingers; the raccoon-tanuki hybrid stared at it, his eyes glued to the front cover. The dragoness thumbed it open and started flicking through the pictures inside.
“I have quite the collection, remember? And if I were to start fiddling with them –”
“Please…please don’t…”
“Then you do understand.” She chuckled, putting the little black book away. “Now, out. Come on now.”
Quincy’s face was a picture of humiliation and embarrassment as he walked around the desk. Without the computer, lamp, and other things in the way, the bulge at his crotch was far more obvious. Far, far more obvious…
Mmm, looks like the pills and edging are starting to do their job, she thought as she rested her hand on her hip. He’s going to need to start wearing a kilt or something soon.
As usual, Quincy’s mask-patterned cheeks burned as she looked him up and down. He kept his hands at his sides as the well-paid building manager he was, but she could tell that he really didn’t like being put on display like this.
Tough. He got paid the big bucks – and didn’t have his memory fucked with – and that meant that he had to be a good boy for her.
“Mmmm, not doing too badly right now. I imagine that’s getting rather…uncomfortable. How many times did you edge for me last night?” she asked.
“Mmmph…Twelve.”
“And this morning?”
“Another…another twelve.”
“Mmm. I imagine that if your balls were bald, they’d be blue,” she said, shaking her head. “Alright. Pants off.”
“…Y-yes, ma’am.”
Power. It really was intoxicating. Quincy’s prim and proper nature never would have allowed him to answer questions like that from anyone else. But since she owned the building – and in effect, owned him – he had no choice. The fact that she was a woman telling him what to do…somehow, that made it even sweeter.
Dad would call him part of my hoard, she thought. But he’d be wrong. He’s just someone that feeds it.
As the hybrid unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, Alevia savored the sight of the care he had to take doing it. Every movement had to be considered, forcing the raccoon-tanuki to take time, to work around the bulge of his balls to avoid hurting them. Every movement, every sliding inch of his pants coming down, had to be managed carefully or he’d catch himself. And as a result, it meant that he was more exposed and looked far more vulnerable to her as she watched him.
Inch by inch, his pants worked down and around his crotch. His slacks hit the floor first, then, as he stood with his fingers in the waistband of his boxers, she saw how close they were to bursting. His cock was completely soft in there, but his balls…
Mmmm, definitely working well for him, she thought, smirking as she saw the button in the front fighting for its life. Those balls are probably so full that he’ll thank me for taking that size off his hands.
He peeled the slick-fronted boxers down, then stood with his hands linked behind his back. His face burned, his eyes pointed straight up, and his tail was curled down and around his ankle, but everything was perfectly on display. A meager little cock, scarcely more than four and a half inches once it rose from its sheath, topped a pair of balls that were each bigger than her fist. Alevia guessed she’d need both hands to properly cup the hybrid’s balls, and more, she could see them churning, slowly rolling in the sac.
Quincy didn’t say a word. She’d trained him better than that.
Alevia leaned back against the wall, her own shaft rising further from its sheath and pressing against the front of her panties. She teased it through her skirt, knowing that Quincy wouldn’t say a word about it. Not for what she paid him. Her tail twitched behind her as she licked her lips.
“Mmm, look at you. So heavy and full…I imagine it’s been hard for you to think today.”
“V-very hard, ma’am.”
“Hard enough to get your job done normally, considering the state that I make sure everyone’s in. They’re all randy, needy, wanton most of the time. All those drugs I have you put in the water supply to make sure that they’re hot to trot. But you can’t put your hands on them, can you?” Alevia asked, squeezing her cock as it throbbed to full size, tenting her skirt and panties both. “You can’t touch them, no matter how much they beg. All you can do is stare at the security recordings and wish that you were in the apartments with them, giving them what I do.”
He didn’t say a word, but his blush spoke for him. Oh, he wanted it. She’d made sure that he wanted it. Part of the interview for the position had been specifically tailored to find the kind of man that would blush and whimper when someone else got what he couldn’t have. There was no need for someone that would get too assertive in her business; she wanted someone that she could tease, manipulate, and take advantage of. Quincy fit the bill perfectly.
“And with those heavy, heavy balls…and all those edges under your belt…I bet that you’re not even thinking of them anymore. You’re thinking of the person that can tell you when it’s time to release. Mmmm, yes, you’re thinking of me. The boss. The woman in charge. Thinking of all the things I can make you do in order to earn that little release. Thinking of how good it would be if I let you walk over and thrust between my thighs…or if I pinned you to the desk and tested your cock between my breasts, like I did last week. Do you remember that, Quincy?”
“Y-yes, ma’am. I remember.”
“But that’s not the one that you really, really want, is it? No, no, that’s something else…ah, yes.”
She smirked as she pushed herself away from the wall. The dragoness swayed as she walked across the room, looming over the raccoon-tanuki as he stood there, his hands behind his back, his entire body trembling as she loomed over him. Closer, closer, closer, until she stood with his cock right between her thighs. She pulled her legs together, nudging his cock upward until the tip kissed her panties and just barely touched her pussy on the other side.
He gasped, sucking in air and shivering as his face went its reddest yet.
“You want to feel that again, don’t you? That was your Christmas bonus last year, seeing how long you could hump your boss. Each minute you lasted was another twenty dollars, and you could pull out at any time. But if you came, you lost everything. Remind me…how long did you last?”
“…Five minutes…”
“And did you pull out in time?”
“…No, Miss Alevia.”
“And you want to try again…not for the money, but just to feel this –”
She squeezed her thighs again, drawing another gasp out of him as she pulled him flush to her. His cock was throbbing so hard; it was almost adorable. His hips twitched, clearly trying to thrust, to fuck –
Then she let go. He almost fell over. To his credit, he remained standing and quickly assumed his position once more.
“Mmmm, delicious.” She chuckled. “Now, hold still. I think it’s time to take some of that weight off of you…”
His blush faded, but he didn’t move. Another little confirmation that she’d made the right choice hiring him over some of the other, more assertive men.
After taking a few steps back, she reached into the other pocket in her blouse. Inside was a small cube, one that, with a little finagling, gradually unfolded. A slot dropped down at the bottom, and in the center, a glass lens pushed forward, taking up more and more space until it was the centerpiece of the whole mechanism.
In short order, she had a camera in hand. She held it to her eyes, lowered it, took a few steps back, and checked again. Perfect.
“Smile, Quincy. You’re going to be juuuuust fine.”
Click.
POOMF!
The flash that lit the room did its usual thing; the raccoon-tanuki was completely dazed from it, his eyes spinning round and round, and he wobbled from side to side. He probably could barely see with the light – and the magic behind it – rattling around in his brain.
As the camera box whirred, the slot at the bottom opening and dispensing a blacked-out photo, Alevia pulled it free. The camera itself got tucked back into her pocket, but the photo got shaken from side to side as she hummed.
“Hmmm-hmmm…come to me, big boys…come to your new owner…”
And as the photograph started to gain detail, as the darkness faded away, the change took effect. Quincy’s balls started to pull up, the sheer weight of them fading away – not just the weight, but the size, as well. He wobbled again, and as his legs parted, his balls only swung slightly. As he corrected his posture, his gray-furred orbs pulled up tighter still, shrinking down, down, down, until they were pulled so high and so tight that they couldn’t move at all. They were just…there.
But for Alevia, the opposite was happening.
She spread her legs further, letting the growth hit. She sighed in raw pleasure as she felt her balls falling, filling, then falling again, pressing against her panties so firmly that she could feel the threads starting to give. She reached between her legs, utterly uncaring of how unladylike it was, and groped herself.
“Mmm…yesssss.”
The pressure, the weight, the size – it was just what she craved. Bigger, more, fuller –
The essence of dragonhood: being more, being better, having more.
Alevia growled deep in her chest as she felt her underwear give, the threads giving up the fight, then part of the leg-hole elastic, and then –
RIIIP!
The garment itself tore, her green-scaled sac falling and dangling between her legs. She grinned as she rolled her hips forward, feeling the new, weightier pair swinging back and forth. It was just what she needed, and the sheer heft to her balls – bigger than Quincy’s had been, his size added to hers – made her cock pulse all the harder. It throbbed upward, lifting her skirt enough that her balls were just barely visible.
The raccoon-tanuki shivered, his eyes drawn down before he forced them back up. He snapped his legs together, once more standing at attention.
“W-will there be anything else, Miss Alevia?” he whispered.
“Mmmm, tempting, tempting,” she said, still flicking the photo back and forth. “I could take what’s left of your cock. Not that it was ever any great shakes, but still, seven inches to four and a half is, heh, something.”
He didn’t say a word. She almost wished he would; if he complained, if he whimpered and begged, then she’d have every reason to take his cock. Instead, he just stood there, still at attention, still waiting for her decision.
A weakling he might be, but a weakling was only so fun to push around. She looked down at the picture of him – the picture, at least, had his balls – and shrugged.
“You can keep it for another day.”
“Thank you, Miss Alevia.”
“Put your pants back on. I’ll be visiting some of the girls today. I assume they’re all here?”
“Y-yes, ma’am,” he said, hurriedly pulling his pants on – much faster than he had taken them off. “They’re all in. I have the records –”
“No need. I remember who’s here and who’s not. I think I’ll be visiting Esmerelda and Gianna today. I seem to recall that Esmerelda hasn’t delivered yet, right?”
“She has not, no.”
“Good, good. Then she’ll be quite swollen and heavy with milk. Just what I need.”
Leaving him without another word, she walked out of the office and into the main lobby of the apartment building. With Esmerelda on the second floor and Gianna on the fifth, she had plenty of walking to do.
As she made her way up the stairs, she pulled the little black book out again. The photos shimmered as she flipped through them, looking for an empty slot for the latest one. Some sported well-endowed men – well, formerly well-endowed, once the pictures were taken – while others showed women that were in the deepest depths of pregnancy with tits spilling down their chest and milk oozing from their nipples. One picture featured a mare with her tail up and her ass on display; Alevia remembered that one fondly, particularly how that ass clapped before she stole the heft of it away.
Each picture was of someone that she had drained, capturing their essence with her camera and savoring it as part of her own body. It never lasted long, of course – she was often spending it on others – but it was enjoyable while it lasted. It was why she kept such a building for herself; with ever-gooning men and desperately horny – and pregnant – women, there was never any shortage of masculinity and femininity for her to feed on and make part of herself.
Sliding Quincy’s latest photo in among the other ones she had of him – including the one where he used to have seven inches between his legs – she closed the photo album and put it back in her pocket. Her cock throbbed as her attention shifted from her bulliable property manager to the tenants that she had. Esmerelda first, and…yes, that was going to be a fun one, heh.
She reached the second floor, humming to herself as she walked down the line. Here and there was the sound of a door hurriedly locking. Not that it would help the occupant if she decided that she needed a bit of payment early, but she wasn’t here for them. Next week, she might visit Viola the secretary bird (that one had a splendid bit of tail that she could use) or maybe Sheela the duck (poor girl had a cock that she regularly complained about, and Alevia could use a few more inches).
But those were for another time. For now, she had a payment to take off Esmerelda. The goat’s door was at the far end of the hall and – as expected – it was unlocked. It wasn’t the first time that she’d knocked the goat up, and it wouldn’t be the last, and every single time, the other woman had gotten more and more scatterbrained from carrying a kid. Or three; one time it had been triplets.
“Esmerelda?” Alevia called as she leaned around the doorframe. “Are you here?”
“Who’s there?” a lilting voice called.
“It’s Alevia. I’m here for a new picture.”
“Oooh, I always love to model.”
The green dragoness chuckled to herself, shutting the door behind her. Sounded like it was going to be a simple one. She turned around again –
And got an eye-full of the thirty-something goat walking out from the kitchen without a stitch on. Her belly was swollen, white fur pushed forward and sagging around it, and her breasts had to be up to an E cup already, probably near to the point of crossing over to the next cup size. She waddled as she walked, her wide hips making it impossible for her to walk in a straight line as she made way from the kitchen to the couch.
It was quite the view, but it always was. Alevia had let the goat move in when she was still in her mid-twenties; the other woman had been here nearly a decade now, popping out a kid every year. Where did they go? Alevia didn’t know; as far as she was aware, Child Protective Services just had this place on watch. As long as the kids weren’t harmed in the building and were called in as soon as they were born, nobody seemed to care.
And it wasn’t like Esmerelda entirely remembered that she had given birth. She’d had a funny reaction to the camera the first time, losing track of being pregnant, and when someone had asked her about it later, she hadn’t understood. After that, it hadn’t taken long for the rest of the tenants to leave that question alone; she was a little dotty outside of that, as evidenced by the lack of clothes, but she didn’t seem bothered by being pregnant, nor losing kids, or getting pregnant again.
So long as she was okay, nobody was going to rock the boat. And Alevia gave her free room and board to go with it. Seemed only fair enough considering that it was her camera that had caused the problem in the first place.
She enjoyed the view as Esmerelda leaned back, all but flopping out on the chair. The goat’s head leaned back as she panted, obviously trying to catch her breath, and thin rivers of white ran from her breasts down her chest and stomach. Her legs spread, her tiny little hooves clicking against the floor as she kicked her legs further and further apart to air out her pussy.
“Goodness, but it’s been a long day,” Esmerelda said. “I didn’t think that you’d be here today, or I – I would have showered.”
“Heh, you look fine as you are. Nice and beautiful, as ever.”
“Oh, you. Thank you, though. I don’t know what I’ve done to be so welcome in a place like this.”
Helps that you have the nicest rack of any of my tenants, she thought, looking down at those fat tits again. And you get bigger and bigger with each kid that you pop out, I swear. Nobody else gets me milkers like you do.
“So, you want me to – ah!” Esmerelda groaned as she tried and failed to get off the couch. “Mmmph…I don’t know why it’s so hard to walk around sometimes. It’s like this every year, I swear. Maybe I’m getting some sort of winter stiffness.”
“Heh, maybe,” Alevia said, shaking her head. “But it’s fine. You stay right there and I’ll take all the pictures I need.”
“Oh, just – right here? Wouldn’t I look better if I was standing or something?”
“No, no, you just stay right there.”
Pulling the camera free and setting it up was something that she could do blindfolded (and had done to make sure that she could do it in case of emergency). So, while her hands were busy, Alevia enjoyed the view.
Esmerelda was quite swollen, likely to the point where she’d be dropping her new kid in the next few months, maybe even as soon as the next few weeks. There was a wonderful baby bump to her stomach, and it hung forward just enough to make it harder to see her pussy, though it didn’t completely eclipse it. She had the motherly glow that many of the females in the apartment building did after Alevia worked her magic – and her dick – into them, and she had the same sort of happy, swollen, motherly look that the other women did.
But the goat was something special. She looked blissed out, all the time, and when she leaned back with her legs spread, particularly so full as this, she looked like an earth mother. It was the other reason that she was never that bothered about giving the goat a free room; she was something unique, something that was different from everyone else. No dragon would let that go.
As Esmerelda smiled, Alevia lifted the camera to her face. The view was just as spectacular as it could get; the rounded stomach, the heavy breasts, the way that the nipples were hardening as if subconsciously aware that the stud responsible for the baby was around, they were all easily in view. She looked up from the camera.
“Say cheese.”
“Cheeeeeese.”
Click.
POOMF!
Just like before, the transformation started settling in as soon as the photo was in her hands. Esmerelda let out a giddy little giggle as she rolled her head along her shoulders, her eyes rolling and spinning as the changes settled in. Her breasts started shrinking in, taking pressure off of her spine and back. They tightened, and the white rivers ceased, turning to trickles and then to nothing.
And in exchange, Alevia’s own started to grow. She smirked as she looked down, watching as her blouse fought against the strain that the new mass behind the cotton caused. She ran her fingers over her rising tits, feeling the tightness around them. The dragoness curled her hand into a fist, huffing softly to herself as she enjoyed the sheer heft that came with the transfer.
There was nothing like a mother’s breasts. There was nothing like the weight and the bliss that came with that. She rolled her own eyes back, feeling her shirt straining, the button about to give way –
Then she flicked it open. One little nudge, and thump. Her breasts fell out of her blouse, thumping against her chest. She didn’t bother hiding them; Esmerelda was not in a fit state to notice.
“Mmmph, that flash is so briiiiiight,” the goat said.
“Yes, it always is.”
“Did I look good?”
“Very, very good. I’ll get you the picture later,” Alevia promised, knowing that the promise would be forgotten the second she walked out the door.
“Thanks. Thank you!”
“You’re welcome.”
She walked out the door with her breasts still filling in. As they hung lower, nipples pointing up with a jaunty little perkiness, the dragoness shook her head.
“I think even dad would be weirded out by that one…but at least she’s happy,” Alevia muttered, shaking her head. “Might need to talk to a lawyer about that one thought…anyway, up to Gianna.”
That was going to be an interesting one. The maned wolf had delivered her child a few months back, but had managed to be out of the building for the dragoness’s last six visits. Not a good sign among the occupants; they were supposed to be very eager. It meant that something had changed, and she didn’t like that.
After climbing three flights of stairs and reaching Gianna’s door, she pulled at the knob and found it locked. She sighed.
“Gianna. It’s me.”
“Go to heeeeeeell.”
“You know, I could, but there’s nothing good to breed down there, so open the door.”
“Not a chance.”
Alevia sighed. It was going to be like that. She leaned back, then slammed her shoulder into the wood.
CRACK!
It came down with one good thump. None of the doors were built to keep a dragon out, after all. She stepped through –
CLANG!
“FUCK!”
Alevia stumbled backward, holding one hand to her head and hissing through her teeth. An old metal kettle lay at her feet, the side dented from where it had hit her head. Groaning through the throbbing headache that followed, she looked up just in time to see Gianna glaring at her – and holding a flower vase overhead.
Grabbing hold of the maned wolf’s wrists, she pulled them up, back, and against the wall. The leggy woman growled, narrowing her eyes.
“Fucking sex pest,” the maned wolf grunted.
“Heh. That’s part of the arrangement of living here. Surprised that you realized that’s what was going on.”
“I always remember. I just…ugh…”
“Can’t do much about it when I keep flashing the memories out of your head, hmm?”
“…”
“Yeah, we’re going to have to flash a few more out of you. And put another baby in your womb. You’ve been stiffing me of late. Guess I’ll just have to take a different kind of payment.”
“Fuck you.”
“Soon enough.”
Alevia didn’t like using the camera ‘from the hip,’ as it were. Without aiming through the viewfinder, it was damn easy to miss and take a picture of something else. Still, there wasn’t going to be time to aim; as soon as she moved out of frame, Gianna was going to run; she needed to stop that as fast as she could.
She let go. In the split-second between the maned wolf hitting the floor again and Gianna taking off, Alevia snapped the shot.
Click.
POOMF!
The disorienting flash almost caught her. Unlike the others that were hit by the white light, Gianna didn’t immediately go down. She stumbled along the wall, leaning against it and groaning as she rubbed her eyes.
“Fuck…fuck…”
“Well, let’s see what we got, shall we?” Alevia muttered, taking the dispensing photo and shaking it. “Might as well sit down; if I got you, you’re not going anywhere.”
“Mmmph…if you got me.”
“Stubborn.”
“Damn straight.”
As the other woman walked on wobbly legs, Alevia looked down at the picture. It was faint, but she could just make out the other woman’s outline. A little blurred, so not as effective as it usually would be, but there was enough. Enough to get something out of it, and she knew just what it was going to be.
Alevia grinned as Gianna stumbled, the other woman’s legs going out from under her and sliding over to the dragoness. Chuckling as her spine cracked and popped, the green dragoness walked across the room, enjoying her new center of balance and the greater power that came from greater height. Her legs stretched longer, longer, and longer still, adding three, six, nine inches to her height by the time she caught up with her tenant.
She leaned down and picked up the now-much-shorter woman, pinning her against the wall again and lifting her tail. Gianna grunted as she was held in place, her face sliding against the wall as she shrunk down from five-foot-nine to just under five feet tall, positively tiny in front of the dragoness.
“Nnngh…fuck…fuck…”
“You know, I imagine that this is going to be pretty intense for you,” Alevia said, grinding her cock up and down the other woman’s ass cheeks. “I mean, I’m usually much bigger than you, but now –”
“One of these days, I’m going to get away before you can do this. One of these days, I fucking swear, I’m going to get out before you can get a fucking picture.”
“Maybe. But good luck finding anywhere else that’ll let you stay for less than a hundred a month,” she said, nudging her cock down until the tip was rubbing right against the other woman’s slit. “And don’t lie. You’re wet as hell; even if your head says no, your body says yes.”
With Gianna gritting her teeth and grumbling away, the dragoness tuned her out. The whole scheme could be making her more money, but that would mean getting less desperate tenants. Even with the flash more or less controlling most of them, there would have been far more problems with those that thought they had rights under dragons.
Heh, listen to me. Starting to think like him.
Shaking her head, she pushed her skirt the rest of the way to the side and – squelch. Gianna seized up under her, gasping for breath as Alevia worked her dick in up to the hilt, the ridges on either side grinding and nudging their way in. The maned wolf didn’t have a chance, really; everyone in the building broke down, even if it was only temporarily, on her dick.
“Let’s put another cub in you…I think you can give me a little more ass if I fill your womb up enough…”
The End
Summary: A different sort of kink-tober. Instead of the act of breeding happening, this one is more on asset-theft, but in a way that uses breeding others to harness more assets to take.