"Mine." By Ajax B. Coriander

Started: ‎February ‎11th ‎2021
Finished: February 17th 2022

It's instinctual, I suppose. There's something deep down inside of me that surges and begs for me to fill that need primal draconic need. 

Dragons need to have their hoards. Some go for gold, a few go for gems or cash, but others have more unique tastes. It could be worse I suppose, my preference isn't so common that my home is overflowing with things I've found on the streets, and it's not so fragile that it requires I work every waking moment to maintain it and keep it. No, my treasure is special. Once I get it wrapped around my finger, I'm as addicted to it as it's addicted to me. I've found I usually don't need to hunt my treasures, they usually find their way to me, or my nose finds them before they even know what they are.
 
What do I collect? 

Well, they go by a few names. Bitchboi, cowboi, boycunt, etc, it really varies by species and century, my personal favorite is mareboi. 

What is a mareboi? I'm glad you asked. 

They're boys who go into heat, and have the internal plumbing to get knocked up if they get bred by a real male. They're the offshoot of some magic spell used to rapidly repopulate after a plague nearly wiped out all sentient life... At 18 to 20, their bodies will spontaneously grow the organs they need to carry offspring, and they'll enter a heat cycle. They were more common centuries ago, but they began to fade with time. 

In modern times, thanks to modern medicine, some can go their whole lives without having to become the mares they were meant to be, and can pretend to be real men, have kids, a wife, etc... but their entire life is lived on a cocktail of drugs that suppress their heat cycles, for the most part, but come with heavy side effects. The only way to really stop that heat and stay safe is to get a bun constantly put into their belly again, and again, and again... 

But, enough about that. Let's talk about how my latest treasure joined my hoard. 

===

When you're a dragon, it's really easy to land a job as a history teacher, because you've usually lived through most of the events in question. Today I was talking about the Mythic Wars, a time of turmoil when two factions of Mythical creatures had gathered power at different slides of the globe and threatened to destroy the world with their actions. I'd just been a whelp back then, barely out of the nest, but I still had some personal insight into it. 
 
I don't exactly remember where I was in the lesson, but I remember getting off track as soon as I smelled it. That sweet scent my nose had learned to seek out to fill that hording instinct inside of me. A scent that always made my heart flutter, and my cock pulse inside of my slit.

Someone smelled of boy-heat. 

It was faint, but it was there.

The door to my class opened, and all of my students looked towards it. Standing there, with a hoodie pulled over his head, was a fox. He was Ian Johnson, 18, and slightly tubby. I could see that his glasses were cracked, and he had a blackeye under the lens. He was normally bright and bubbly, but the lad was doing everything he could to look dim and small.

It was kind of sad, really.
 
And of course, I could smell it. It was under some traces of heat-blockers, but the residual scent of those pleasant pheromones clung to his clothes. He'd likely been wearing that hoodie when he'd entered his heat, most folks would have missed it, but I could still smell it. My claws dug into my lectern, and I was thankful that I was standing behind it, because my cock had dropped out of my slit and was pulsing just from that wonderful, sickly sweet, intoxicating, divine scent. It took all my will power not to let my spread my wings, grab the boy, and take him off to my home... but no, I couldn't. I took a deep breath and calmed myself. I pretended everything was normal, and just simply said, "Take your Seat Mr. Johnson."
 
"Yes Mr. Tavros," Ian said.

I had a hard time concentrating as I picked back up my lesson, but I managed. I kept glancing to him, taking in a bit more of his state. The shiner under his eye had healed a bit, it was Tuesday, and he'd been out all day yesterday, so my guess is that he must have gotten it sometime on Saturday. The young tod was wincing as he grabbed anything out of his bag with his right arm, so his arm was either hurt like someone had grabbed him or maybe he'd bruised a rib. At one point, I had him come up and answer something on the board just so I could take a closer look, and I'd noticed that a few of his claws were broken - like he'd had to fight someone off. Poor lad.
 
The young tod must have gone into heat over the weekend, gotten attacked, and started on blockers before coming back to school. I was kind of surprised I was finding out this way, normally there was an email that went out to the staff, so we knew to watch out for boys like him. But he was 18, and he had the right to make his own decisions, maybe he didn't want anyone to know.
 
My tail flexed, and I felt the thagomizer on the end of my tail beg for retribution at whoever had done that to him. But I had to push that fire down, he wasn't mine, I was his teacher, and he was my student; it was my sacred bond to help him be the best person he could be. His choices were his own, his life was his own, and all I could do is shepherd him to where that might be... no matter how good he'd look on my bed, that chubby ass raised in the air, tail to the side, useless noodle swinging between his legs as he begged me to breed another kit into him.
 
My claws tightened on my lectern again, leaving curling veneer shavings as I pulled them into fists. I took a deep breath to calm myself. My cock was throbbing against the inside of my denim pants, and each movement was tortured, but I carried on and finished out the day. I saw the young kit scurry out of class, bolting like a scared steer, and after the last student left, I picked up my phone, and brought up my house's group chat.
 
"The Hoard"
 
DaddyDrake: "Lube yourselves up, and put dinner in the fridge."
BunInOven: -eyes emoji-
SpottyBoy: "Yes daddy <3"
Marely30: "Oh, this is gonna be fun..."
 
==
 
The next two weeks passed. 

I watched as Ian slowly healed, and the boy started to get somewhat back to normal. Once his eye healed a bit more, he started pulling his hood down, but his ears even started to perk up a bit as he grew used to his new world. But I started to notice other issues, he was having trouble concentrating, he seemed to always be looking over his shoulder - like he was afraid someone was going to jump out and grab him.
 
I've never had assigned seating in my class, I'd found everyone usually gets stuck in their own "spots" and will become territorial about them, so it's best to just let the class figure that out themselves. It's rare for someone's spot to change, so when Ian took a seat in the back of the class, his back to the wall, and away from most of the boys - I grew a bit concerned.
 
He came in with a scuffed-up cheek one day, like his face had been pushed into a rough concreate wall or floor. His normally silky fur was disheveled, hoodie dusted with dirt, and a tear in his pants. I saw two of the other boys in the class snicker, and give each other a fist bump. Ian saw this, and I could smell his fear as he pulled his hood back up and melted into the back of the class. I felt the fire in my belly as I saw that, but I knew I couldn't prove anything, so I had to let it go.
 
Things only got worse for the boy after that. He started to come into my class late, some days he didn't come at all, and his grades started to plumet. He'd been so bright, happy, and smart... this was hurting my soul to see that happen.
 
I'd been packing up one day, getting ready to go home, when I decided to use the bathroom on my way out. I had one hand on the wall, another on my phone as I caught up on the news, and a stream hitting the urinal as I heard a soft whimper from one of the stalls. I turned my horned head towards the sound. I took a glance and saw that there were no feet under any of the stalls. I decided I'd just imagined it. I took a sniff, and my nose was just smacked with the cocktail of teenage boy odors mixed with way too much Axe body spray. It was hard to tell if anyone was actually there.

But then, I heard the whimper again. I finished and zipped my cock back up before flushing. I listened closely and I heard a squeak of rubber on porcelain coming from the last stall. I walked towards it, and gently knocked on the door.
 
"Everything okay in there?" I asked in my most teacherly tone.
 
There wasn't a response, so I knocked again. "I know you're in there..."
 
There was a sigh, and whoever was standing on the toilet, stepped down and sneakers showed from under the door. "Yes." The critter squeaked. "Just... just leave me alone."
 
It was Ian. I could tell from his voice everything was not, in fact, okay. I felt my tail flex, and the fire return to my belly. I had to force it down. It was that hoarding instinct, my own body was yelling at me that I needed to protect this treasure that could be mine, but I forced myself not to think that way. This boy was in pain, and I needed to know why.
 
"Are you hurt?" I asked, in a more fatherly tone this time.
 
"No..." He said, hesitance in his voice. "Maybe?" He whimpered, before I heard a fist slam against the wall. "Fuck! I don't know... It's... it's just medical stuff, I'll be okay."
 
"Is it the heat-blockers?" I asked.
 
There was silence for a long moment, and then I heard him lean against the wall. "You... you know about those?"
 
"I had my suspicions," I said truthfully, "You didn't wash your hoodie before your first day back, and there were still some traces of your pheromones on it. I noticed some of the side effects too, trouble concentrating, depression, anxiety, etc. You were doing pretty well at dealing with those, until about two weeks ago."
 
"Yeah, that's when some assholes grabbed my backpack and found the meds inside..." He said as he started to slide down the wall, and sat on the floor. His knees were pulled up, and there was a hint of pain in his voice as he recounted what happened. "They held me down, called me a slut, and threatened to flush my meds down the drain so, in their words, 'everyone would know what a bitch I was'." The boy whimpered, and I sat down on the floor, leaning against the door, that thin piece of metal the only thing separating us as he talked. "The bell rang after that, and they let me go, tossing my meds across the ground before laughing as they walked away. They've been fucking with me ever since... they keep slipping drawings of me knocked up into my locker, arrows that say "useless" pointing at my crotch and just other stuff... The worst was when they'd taped a pregnancy test to my locker."
 
"Oh Ian," I said softly, a cooing tone to my voice, like I'd use on one of my whelplings when they'd had a bad day. "That's awful. I'm going to guess you didn't tell anyone because you didn't want the teachers to know about why they were doing it?"
 
"Yeah... I... everyone I've told treats me differently. Some of my friends won't even talk to me anymore, because they're afraid they'll catch it from me or something," the boy said, his voice cracking. I heard his jaw trembling, and I could smell his sadness, even with all the other overpowering scents in the bathroom. There was a hint of saltiness, he was clearly crying. "So please... don't bring this up with anyone, I think it'll just make it worse if someone talks to them."
 
"That's just awful," I wanted to just rip off the door and hug him, but I held back that feeling. I wanted to scare the ever-loving fuck out of those boys abusing him. But, I decided to respect his wishes. I just settled for putting my hand on the door and hoping he could somehow feel it, even though I knew he couldn't. "That doesn't answer my earlier question, why are you in here now?"
 
"There are some... side effects from the drugs," he said with a sniffle. "I'm sore, and uh... leaking." The boy said, a little sob escaping his lips before he started to cry in a muffled way, most likely into his hands or his knees.
 
"Have you tried milking yourself?" I asked.
 
"I um," the young kit said, "I did... but I can't... it just doesn't work. I'm doing something wrong, and I can't figure it out."
 
I bit my lip, I was going to regret this, but that fatherly instinct was mixing with that hoarding desire, and I couldn't stop myself from what I said next. He was hurting, and I had to do something. "Well, I could help..."
 
There was a pause, and I heard a soft sniffle.
 
I was about to apologize for offering, when he said, "You... you would do that? Like, it wouldn't be too weird?"
 
"Yes," I said reassuringly. "It won't be too weird for me, but if it is for you, we can stop at any time."
 
"N... no, that would be great. I... my chest has hurt for two days, and I don't want to do it at home because," be stuttered, a small whimper escaping his lips, "because..."
 
"Hey, hey. No need to tell me. If you want to later, you can, but right now, let me help you," I said. "I need to grab something from my office, but why don't you meet me in the FFA shed out back, the one they use during the fall. It should be empty right now. It's normally locked, but some kids smashed the lock last week to have a party, and they still haven't fixed it."
 
"Okay," he said. "Do... do you promise you'll actually come?"
 
"Yes, but to make it official," I said as I cleared my throat. "Ian Johnson, of house Glendale High, I promise that by the honor as a dragon and knight of the old order, I will do what I can to assist you this day."
 
The boy giggled as he heard that, and I smiled. I'd taught them about knights in the olden days last semester, and they'd all gotten a kick out of hearing me explain sacred oaths to them.
 
"I'll see you there then," the boy said.
 
I stood up, and briskly walked to my office. Part of me was kicking myself for what I'd just offered... Was I really about to milk this boy in the shed? How stupid was this... he was a student... but holy fuck, the idea was nice. I could feel my dick swelling in my pants, and I ran a little faster. I got to my office, and slammed the door shut behind me. It was odd for a teacher to have an office like this, but being older than dirt gives you special privileges. More so when you offer to work for free, because you really don't need the money. I dropped my pants, and my dick was THROBBING out of my slit and above my heavy balls. I cursed, and grabbed my phone and took a quick pic, and sent it to the group chat saying:
 
DragonDaddy: "Two of ya'll better be strapped in the fuck bench when I get home, or you'll be cleaning spoo out of the carpet."
 
I bit my lip, and rummaged through my desk until I found what I was looking for. It was a metal plate with runes etched into it, it was something I'd floated with for years. I used it for kinky games back in my knight days, but now it had just been more of memento. I pressed it to the tip of my dick, and the magic inside glowed. My shaft began to sink into that flat disk, vanishing inside of it, before lying flat against the top of my knot. Getting the knot through the hole was always a challenge, but I managed.

I ran my claw around the edge, and it locked into place. I could feel my dick flexing and oozing in the void, but at least I didn't threaten to burst through my pants anymore. I took a deep breath, and felt myself calm down a bit. I pulled my pants back up, my balls still churning as they begged for release that would need to come later. I grabbed a small pail from my desk, another thing that had journeyed with me, something I used to use during one of the wars when every breeder needed to do their part and milk their cowbois for the war effort. It still had the "Uncle Sam needs your milk!" stamped on the side. I vaguely recalled that they used it in MREs and to make parachutes.
 
I left my office and found myself in the FFA pavilion, it was a small, covered structure they used to practice for showing livestock, and there were some attached sheds for animal storage. One of the sheds was where I found Ian. The red fox was sitting on a pile of riding blankets on top of a bale of straw, and his feet were kicking the dusty floor as he played with the end of his fluffy tail.
 
Even though he'd wiped them away, I could still see the trails the tears had left in his fur. There were some wet spots on his hoodie over his nipples where he'd leaked through the fabric, and he looked so small and sad. Gods, I would have done anything for him to make him feel better in that moment. I knocked on the side of the stall door, and he gave a gentle smile as he looked up at me.
 
"I suppose a knight's word is as good as they say it is," the boy playfully teased.
 
I smiled, and gave a little bow. "Of course Prince Ian! A knight like myself would never go back on his word." I gave a flurry of my wings, and struck a heroic pose, before saying, "Now, shall we slay this beast that hurts you?"
 
The boy blushed and nodded.
 
"Umm, how does this," Ian said gesturing at me and then his chest, "work?"
 
"Well," I said as I walked over to him, my tail slowly flicking back and forth as I got closer. "You're going to have to take off your shirt, and then get on your hands and knees." I said before lifting up the bucket, "and then I just get your milk into here. I'll also need to squeeze your chest, if that's alright. I can show you how to do it if you'd like. But maybe we should get you some relief first. You said it'd been two days, right?" I asked as I rolled up my sleeves, and walked over to a little sink in the stall. I washed my hands and the bucket. I heard the ruffle of fabric, and I glanced back over my shoulder to watch as that pudgy body came into view. That wonderfully soft belly that looked like it would be amazing to rub, followed by those oh so swollen white furred boytits, and finally his hoodie and shirt were crumpled on the pile of riding blankets. His nipples had clearly grown from the drugs, and they were leaking a near constant stream of milk.
 
I was so happy my cock was in some void currently because I would have shot my load right there if it'd been griding against the inside of my pants. My thagomizer pounded in the dirt softly, something I did to stop myself from growling lustfully.
 
"Oh kit... that looks painful," I said as I turned around. I'd grabbed some paper towels and I was drying my hands as I walked over to him.
 
"They're more sore than painful, but I keep getting twinges," he said, his ears folding back. "They didn't use to be this big... I mean, I was fat, but ever since I started taking the meds, they've just ballooned."
 
"Yeah, the meds are designed to mimic the early stages of pregnancy to keep you from going into heat, before the really big changes happen to your body. But, sadly this is one of the side effects that can happen." I said as I stood next to him, and my cock flexed as it oozed pre-cum into that pocket dimension rather than the front of my pants. I had to force a growl not to leave my throat as I imagined taking off the cup and pouring that precum into his needy muzzle. His eyes looking up at me with need, trying not to spill a single drop of my studly draconic essence. I cleared my throat, "okay, hands and knees."
 
The boy nodded, and he took the position, his cute white belly hung down, his red furred back arched as he tried to keep his swollen boytits out for me. I bit my tongue and took a deep breath. I wanted to reach out and stroke his back, but I stopped myself. I wanted to keep it clinical. "So any other side effects?" I asked as I positioned the bucket under his chest, and I kneeled beside him. "Also, I'm going to touch you now, let me know if you want me to stop, okay? I know this can feel intense."
 
"Okay," Ian said before he gasped when I grabbed both of his breasts in my hands. I leaned into his side, my arms wrapping around him as my bulk pressed into him. I was larger than most mammals, I had to duck to get under the doorframes in the school, so I nearly dwarfed him. I sat at his side, and began to squeeze his soft fuzzy mounds. There was a soft THUNK sound as the first squirt of his boycream hit the bucket. 

"Holy shit," the young tod said with a moan as my skilled hands slowly massaged his sore udders, before squeezing and working that first shot of boycream from his other breast. Ian began to talk, clearly trying to focus on anything other than my hands. "J-just the ones you mentioned, depression, anxiety, and trouble concentrating. And well, um, never mind. That's TMI."
 
I heard the squirts hitting the bucket as I slowly milked the boy, this was his first milking, I didn't want to go too fast. I could feel that warm milk running over my fingers, and I pictured it running across my tongue instead. I shuddered, and tried to focus on the task at hand.
 
"No, what is it? I want to help," I said.
 
"Well," his tail tucked between his legs, his ears folded back, and I could see the insides of his ears turning a soft red as he blushed hard. "I've been having a hard time getting off lately... I used to crank one out once or twice a day, sometimes more if I was board, but now I'm horny all the time, and I'm having a hard time, well... keeping it up, you know?"
 
Ian didn't look back at me, he just kept looking straight at the wall, clearly more embarrassed than he had been in his whole life.
 
"Oh kit," I cooed softly as my fingers slowly stroked over his nipples, the young lad squirmed under my touch, and made me realize what I'd done before getting back to the motion I'd been doing before, rubbing his swollen bags a bit to make them feel better as I talked. "That's pretty normal... Like I've said, the drugs you're on are designed to mimic a pregnancy, it stops your body from entering a heat cycle, but that means it can also cause things that would happen during a real pregnancy, like milk production," I said as I squeezed his teats for emphasis, "and even erectile dysfunction... a mareboi's body is designed to be bred, so it tries to make him stop thinking with his dick. In a real pregnancy, you'd become important, and you'd basically become a eunuch... you'd even start to produce estrogen and grow larger breasts. But the heat blockers help keep your hormones mostly balance to keep your sperm count from dying off and testosterone up. But everyone reacts to them differently. I think you're taking it harder than most." I cleared my throat, "There is something that might help, but you might not like it..."
 
"What?" Ian asked as my hands went back to milking, and a moan escaped his lips as I started to milk him again.
 
"Well... marebois are designed to be mounted. Along with the organs that grew in you to hold someone's kits, you also grew a bunch of nerve endings in your rump to help you feel pleasure. So anal stimulation might help, you could use your fingers or order a toy online. Just make sure to use lots of lube, even if you feel wet, and don't put anything up there that's not supposed to go - and be sure to not force it, relax and let the body do the work."
 
"But... but I'm not gay..." The boy said with a whimper as I squeezed his tits.
 
"Don't worry about labels, just do what feels natural," I said as I leaned into him a bit more. My slitted nostrils taking in his scent. Gods, he smelled amazing. Like a sweet musky apple pie. I could also smell his arousal in the air, clearly what I'm doing was counteracting his little ED problem. I felt the fire in my belly again as I smelled that, and I started to squeeze those boytits a bit harder than he should, gentle strokes turned into lust filled squeezes. The boy moaned, clearly lost in the feeling as I assaulted his knockers.

I wanted to reach down and bite into his neck, let my teeth tease his skin, letting him know he was owned. I could smell his lust building, and it made my voided cock flex and I could feel the thick globs of pre smacking into my hot flesh in that gravity free space. I bit my lower lip and thumped my tail against the dusty floor, sending the scent of hay and grease into the air. I wanted to take that plate off, and hold it to his soft lips, and let all that pre ooze like a river from the void and into his muzzle, hearing him whimper as my cock teased his tight hole, and... 

The boy started to sputter, "I... I... holy, shit, um..." Before he yipped, and a soft long moan escaped his lips. I could feel him shuddering against me as the boy began to squirt into his shorts, shot after shot fulling his underwear and spilling out to soak through the front of his pants.
 
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he said, panic filling him. "I'm so sorry, it'd just been so long, and it felt so good... holy shit, I'm so sorry Mr. Tavros... I didn't mean to... I didn't know that was gonna happen, I didn't know it could happen... I..." The boy was sputtering, clearly on the verge of tears.
 
"Hey, hey, calm down," I said in a comforting tone as I stroked his back, before hugging him close to my large warm body, letting him squish into my round soft belly. I was being a little too forward, but I wanted to comfort him. "It's alright, it happens. You said yourself you were pent up, and I'm sure it felt good getting all that milk out," I grinned, "from both places..."
 
He blushed even harder now, I could almost taste the embarrassment in the air.
 
"Y-yeah... I think I'm good now though," he said sitting up, looking down at the wet spot in his pants, and then burying his face in his hands. "Ugh... getting home is going to be awful."
 
I rubbed him between the ears, before reaching down and grabbing a pair of shorts from my satchel. "I keep this to change into after workouts, they're going to be way too big for you, but your belt should keep them up." I said handing the camo shorts to the boy. He took them, and then he reached out and hugged me, his freshly drained tits pressing into my side.
 
"Thank you so much Mr. Tavros. It's.... it's felt so good to have someone be nice to me again." He admitted, and it made my heart twinge.
 
I cleared my throat, and tried to hide the arousal in my voice. "Well, that's what teachers are for!" I said before saying, "Now you'll need to do this every day... otherwise you'll get sore again. You're also going to need to increase your calorie intake, or you'll get anemic."
 
"Wow... you know so much about this stuff, did they give you a class on it or something?" He asked.
 
"Err... yeah, something like that," I said, not completely lying, I had taught horny marebois about their new bodies over the centuries. So that had been a class, in a way. 
 
"Hey um," the boy said, before looking up at me, "would you mind doing this after school?" Ian asked, before quickly adding, "Umm, just for this week and next, I need to learn to do it eventually, but it was nice having help..."
 
"Sure, I can do that," I said softly stroking the boy's back, comfortingly. Maybe I should have said no, but seeing how it made his tail wag made any apprehension melt away. I pointed towards the bucket, "what do you want me to do with that?"
 
"Oh uh, anything you want." Ian said before giving me a squeeze. "Thank you again, I should go get changed and head home... my dad... my dad is not going to be happy if I'm too late." He slipped on his hoodie and I watched him walk out carrying my shorts.

I grabbed my phone, and opened the FlightPath app. My fingers nearly cracked the screen as I made my route, and hit send. I didn't even wait for conformation, before I grabbed the bucket of milk, and brought it to my lips. 

I growled lustfully as I tilted my head back, and I began to chug. That sweet warm cream from a boy's first milking running across my tongue, making me wish so badly I'd sucked it straight out of the tap, my balls ACHING as I finished it off. It was a quarter of a gallon at most, but he'd only produce more as time went on, and even more if he ever got knocked up. The milk ran down the sides of my lips, and dribbled from my chin as I gasped for breath. It'd felt like I hadn't inhaled air for hours, and that air chilled my firey hot insides. I grabbed my bag and clipped it to my waist. I ran out of the shed, my thick leathery wings spreading, and I took off like a rocket. Fire shot from my nose as I flew home faster than I had in years, powered my lust and need.
 
I don't remember landing.

I don't remember even getting home.

I just remember whipping off that metal disk over my sheath, and my cock throbbing as I bent over the first ass I saw. I pounded that fluffy butt until I was exploding inside of them and a second orgasm was forced from the limp noodle between their legs... the rest of the night was a blur, until I woke up the next morning, sore, and in that fluffy pile of my pregnant hoard...
 
==
 
Mr. Tavros's claws were like heaven. The second he'd taken my swollen breasts into his hands, it was like the world would just melt away around me. He knew how to work them, and seemingly work out every ounce they had to offer and leave me feeling wonderfully relieved. He was so easy to talk to too. I just seemed like a chatter box when I was around him, I just wanted to tell him everything I could, and ask him about the history he'd seen firsthand. As the days went on, I actually got a little sad every time he taught me how to milk myself. I still went back to him that second week though, I didn't want to give up that time I had left with him.
 
My milk output had increased with each day, by that next Monday I was up to a gallon every day. I started to eat more calories because of it, I always felt ravenous, I wondered how that would effect my body, but for now I just gave in. He also seemed to just know things, anytime I had an issue, he had a solution. I started to notice my nipples were irritated after milkings, and he instantly came up with a jar of bag balm, saying, "I expected that..." I blushed a bit every time I used it... I was starting to feel more like Mr. Tavros's cow than his student, but I liked it.
 
He was also right about the prostate stimulation... the second my fingers went inside me the first time, I nearly exploded. It was like heaven, I'd been making sure to milk my prostate in the mornings, so I didn't leak from both places when Mr. Tavros got his hands on me. It didn't stop me from being hard as a rock the entire time though. I'd never been gay... but now I just couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to have one random guy or some other one mount me. I found myself distracted in classes, wondering how good someone's cock would feel under my tail, their big potent balls slapping against my ass as they filled me with their seed.

Fuck.

Every one of those fantasies always made me feel so weird... I'd tried to pull from my old spank bank, but that porn just wasn't doing it for me anymore. I was also usually so warn out after being milked, that I made dinner for Dad, and collapsed. I bought a toy over the weekend, and I didn't think such slutty sounds could come out of my mouth as that dragon shaped cock slammed into my ass. The helmet head plowing my prostate as the knot tapped against my puckered ring. I felt so weird, but I came so hard. I also had to figure out how to milk myself those two days, but I still hadn't quite gotten the hang of it, it never felt as empty as when Mr. Tavros did it.
 
Though, it might have just been being at home that made me feel anxious about the whole process. My dad had been in a pissy mood ever since I'd sprained his arm when he tried to mount me while I went into my first heat... I still remember the look in his eyes when he burst into my room, like a feral animal, sniffing the air, saying how I smelt good... then just pouncing on me. He had my pants around my knees before I knew what was happening.

I flashed back to health class, remembering they mentioned this could happen when I boy went into heat. We fought, I got in a punch or two, and so did he as he tried to subdue me. Finally, I managed to push him off, and I knocked him back where his arm slammed against my bedframe. He'd yowled and I ran away... I got to the free clinic, and got on my meds. They thankfully had a place I could camp out until the Monday when my heat would have died down, but going home that Monday night had been horrifying. My dad hadn't said anything, he mostly just grumbled, and demanded his dinner.
 
He'd been looking at me funny for weeks now, but with his arm messed up, I decided I could overpower him. He was the same asshole as ever, but at least now he couldn't grab and punch me at the same time. He'd also been grumbling things under his breath at me, calling me a fag, sissy, bitch, and any other horrible thing he could think of. Escaping to school was a treat, which I enjoyed every day.
 
He was starting to creep me out a bit too. I'd catch him and his friends outside talking, and they'd all instantly shut up the second they saw me. A few of them looked at me with hungry eyes, like I was a piece of meat, a few even lifting their nose to sniff the air - hoping to catch a hint of me. It was so weird... I always tried to just avoid them and head straight to my room, but it was hard to feel safe when there was only a cardboard thin door between you and them.
 
But school was a break from all that, even if I got shit from other people my age. It was easier to deal with than what I had at home... and lately, after school had been magical. Every moment I spent with Mr. Tavros just felt like a real home. I... I wanted to spend more and more time with him. As my dreams indicated... I woke up more than once from dreams of him mounting me, breeding me on a pile of gold, his fat cock filling me and making me cum again and again, pearly white streaks of fox cum across his fat yellow scaled belly. But he was my teacher, and besides, he never seemed aroused like I was... I'd always glance at his pants, and there was never any bulge and I'd never smell his arousal in the air like mine was. I decided he was just being a nice guy and helping me out.
 
But that didn't stop me from leaning into him as he milked me, letting his paws slide over my body to comfort me, and letting him rest his girthy belly against my side. It was like a wonderful dream. 


That Wednesday I kept wondering how I could extend what we were doing, I found it hard to focus in my Magical Biology class. The teacher, a werewolf by the name of Lew Pine, was talking but I was having a hard time focusing on what he said. I spent most of the class in my head and doodling in my sketchbook.
 
"And with Dragons they have a special ability to sense when someone has disturbed a treasure in their hoard. They know if it has been stolen or damaged, and can track it down just by feeling alone. In some cases, it can even cause physiological changes. It's much like the unicorn ability to track down virgins who..."
 
I spent most of the class drawing myself snuggled up to thick dragon bellies. Arms wrapped around me, locked safe and warm in their embraces, and other things.
 
Going home that night was much the same. I walked off the bus, and headed down the dirt road to the shitshack that was my house. The place hadn't been so bad when I was younger, but trailers seemed to disintegrate faster than you can ever repair them, and now it looked like it was just 5 years away from being a crack den. At least things were secluded out here, it was on a patch of land my dad had stolen from his brother when my grandpa died. There were trees all around, and no one could really see it tucked back in the woods.
 
I walked onto the busted porch, past the broken grill, tattered sun umbrella, and the busted glass table, and pushed my way through the door that had warped and made opening it a pain in the ass every time. I walked in and turned into the kitchen, sitting on the table was an unwrapped chocolate bar on a plate. There was a little note next to it that read, "A peace offering."
 
I was kind of shocked. My dad had never done anything like this before. Maybe he finally realized he deserved a broken arm for trying to breed me. My tail wagged, and I picked it up the candy bar. I ate it as I walked over to the fridge and poured myself a glass of milk. I wondered where my father was, normally he'd be watching TV or outside with his friends around the firepit, it was weird that the house was dark. I shrugged and walked into the living room and flipped on the TV. I surfed for a while, before coming to a movie I'd seen a 1000 times. I finished off my candy bar, before I grabbed my backpack, and started doing my homework as I sat on the couch.
 
I started to feel good sometime later, like, REALLY good. I began to giggle at certain words in my mythical biology text book, like "mastication" and "Coccyx". I started to slow down, my mind focusing on weird things like the sound my hand would make as it waved through the air. It was slow, but it began to spread. I found myself re-reading the same sentence again and again, and not taking in the information. I leaned back on the couch, and I found myself starting to stare off at nothing, some drool running down my chin as the world went hazy around it.
 
"Yeah, it should have kicked in now," I heard a voice say in the distance as the front door was kicked open. "I've done this a bunch of times, I tell you, it's easy money." The voice repeated as the footsteps drew closer.
 
"Are you sure he'll be out?" I heard, what sounded like my dad's voice say.
 
"High as balls is more accurate, that chocolate bar had enough THC to take down an elephant. It's one you're only supposed to eat half a piece of, and the whole thing in one go keeps you zonked for days. Remember that time Britney drank that entire bottle of THC lube on a dare in highschool? And how she was fucking BLASTED for days? This had triple the amount in it."
 
I saw the voice's owner come into view, and I recognized the asshole. It was my dad's friend Petty, he was a gator that always seemed to slink around, going from one money making scam to another. He had a dirty 'Blue Lives Matter' hat on his head embossed with the punisher logo. He was in a tattered white tanktop, and his gut hung over his genes. I wanted to say something clever, but all I could do was giggle as I thought about all the badass things I could say.
 
The gator snapped his fingers in front of my face, and I just laughed at the sound. "Yeah, he'll be out of it until the hunt."
 
Deep in my core I knew that should scare me, but I found every thought a challenge.
 
My dad was behind the couch, I couldn't see him, but I was imaging the thin as a rail tod, with his scruffy fur, and wearing one of his racist or band shirts. "You sure they'll keep this faggot out of my hair?"
 
"Yep," the gator said as he leaned in and sniffed my neck. He made a gross moaning sound, and then he put a hand on my belly. "The boy is a prime piece of boycunt. Once we get those blockers out of his system, he'll go into one prime heat. The rich boys will hunt him down in the woods, and the winner will take him back to their mansions or whatever, and he'll never bother you again. His ass will just get filled by some old rich man's dick while his belly pumps out kits until he's all used up. After that... well, who knows, but he'll be so broken at that point, it won't matter." The gator began sliding a claw through the front of my shirt, cutting it away, and letting my fat tits bounce out. He licked his lips. "Mmm, this one might even make it into the movies 'Vixenboy gets bred by 14 werewolves' or 'Milker's 12'." The gator mused. "I've seen a few of the old prey in hunts end up on the covers in the shop down on route nine."
 
Again, I knew I should be frightened, but all I could think about was how my chest felt cold without a shirt, and he continued. "But yeah, we'll hold him at my place, and the money will be transferred into your account after the rich assholes inspect the goods. Then they'll let him go, hunt him down, and the first to cum in him gets to take him home. It's all pretty simple really." He said as he grabbed my pants and yanked them down along with my underwear. He flipped me onto my stomach, and he squeezed my ass. "Sadly, that means I can't sample the merchandise... They'll get mad if their virgin boy breeder pops out a gator or some other critter. I'll have to keep him in a kennel to keep anyone from pouncing him, but it'll be worth the hassle. He should be good to go by Sunday."
 
"Ugh... knock off that fag shit," my dad huffed behind him, "I don't want to hear about how much that little faggot is going to get dick up his ass, I don't care. I'm glad he broke my arm, I don't ever want my dick up some dude's ass. It was worth it. Now get him the fuck out of my house, and just make sure I get paid or I'll file a missing person's report on him."
 
"It ain't gay," the gator huffed as he lifted my naked form up and tossed me over his shoulder. "He's natures boycunt, his ass was made for guys to stick their dicks in. It's why so many rich assholes are willing to pay top dollar to force one down in the dark and shove their pole up his ass." He shrugged, "whatever, it's a good thing you didn't, he'd only be worth a fraction otherwise." The gator carried me towards the door, and I saw my dad slide into view with a trashcan, picking up my books and throwing them inside.
 
"Oh," Petty said, "Don't forget to call the school and tell them he ain't showing up. I don't want the cops looking for him."
 
"Yeah, yeah, I remember. Just like you should remember, I'll be calling them saying you kidnapped my poor innocent boy if I don't get my money."
 
==

I was propped up in bed, reading a history book about the first war on Klatch, and making annotations to send to the editor about historical events he'd gotten wrong. Like Luka Fairweather did not use battle unicorn berserkers. They were simply horses that he'd strapped walrus tusks onto. Luka wasn't... the brightest noble in the bunch. It was late, so I had just a mote of magical light floating above my book. I wasn't a sorcerer by any means, but you live as long as I have, and you pick up a few simple spells. Besides, magic wasn't as easy to use these days, not like when the world had been young.
 
Next to me was Varsh, the horse looked so peaceful. His long flowing blonde mane was cast along the pillows as his swollen belly made a mound in the covers. His milk chocolatey fur just begged to be rubbed and stroked, and I found myself often reaching over to stroke at his belly and feel our little foal kicking inside. He was the oldest of my current treasures, and he acted much like a parent to the other two younger boys.

On my other side was Jasper, the youngest of the three, barely 19 and still heavily pregnant with our first pup. The young hyena was snuggled against me, his head against my chest as my arm gently laid across his neck. His belly was pressed into mine, and I could feel our pup moving around inside of him as they both dreamed. I leaned down and kissed between his tear drop shaped ears, before raising my attention back to my book. I groaned as I saw that the author had misquoted the Werewolf Benedict Cumber Snatch as saying, "All men are created equal" when really, he'd said "All men taste the same". It was a common mistranslation, but it really changed the meaning...
 
Finally, snoozing on my belly, while my foot slowly stroked his calf and my dick rested against his side, was Walter. The bunny was the middle child of my hoard, he could be a little brat sometimes, but he mainly did it so I'd bend him over and spank his ass. He had a lovely Lilac Grey fur that made his ass turn a darker grey whenever he was spanked. It was so cute, he's belly was still a bump, he still had a year and a half until he popped next. Dragon genes tended to need longer to gestate than normal pregnancies. Which I was glad for, I could only afford to send so many kids to college at once. Having them broken up by a few years helped. 	
 
The night was calm, and I felt content. Also, my hoard was much warmer than a pile of gold, and a lot softer. As I laid here with my boys, my mind drifted to the one who had almost been in my grasp. I wondered how he was doing, I'd messaged him on Seagram, but my message went unread. I was his former teacher, I knew we'd gotten close in the last two weeks, but I knew there was a line and I had to be careful of crossing it. But he'd left on Thursday, and some of the initial shock had healed over this weekend.
 
The night was peaceful. My left arm had an itch, and I ran my hand over it, my fingers idly tracing the runes that had been carved into it when I'd come of age. I wore long sleeves to hide them at school, not because I was ashamed of them, but because they called back to a more ancient time. And like it or not, dragons hadn't always been loved through history, and some kids found them intimidating from the stories their parents had told them about the Mythic Wars. A lot of my kind had fought on the other side, and there was still a pockmark on our history.
 
The itch grew, and I started to wonder if maybe I'd brushed against something. But then, a burning sensation shot through my arm, and I howled out in pain. It instantly woke up the three boys sleeping around me, and they looked up at me with sleepy confusion. Walter, being the most mobile, rolled to the side, and rubbed his eyes as he got up.
 
"What's wrong?" Asked Varsh as he woke up and rubbed my shoulder.
 
"I don't..." I began to say before the pain throbbed, and I pushed myself out of the end of the bed and landed naked on the floor. My claws dug into the stone floor as the pain rippled through my arm again. My face twisted into a snarl, and the runes etched into my arm started to glow. This... this only ever happened if something was wrong with my hoard. If someone had touched one of MY treasures... I'd... I'd... 


My head snapped back to look at my boys, and I shouted, "Are you alright?"
 
They all looked at me, a little confused, and finally Varsh spoke. "Yeah we're fine, right?" He asked looking at the others, they all nodded. All their eyes looked to me, and Varsh's eyes traced down to my arm. "Why are your protective runes going off? That hasn't happened since the night Marty..." the horse's ears dipped, "Since Marty died in that car crash years ago. And none of us are hurt." The horse said as he slid onto his hooves, a soft clacking on the stone as he walked towards me, and gingerly put out a hand to stroke across my wings. "Could this be about that Ian boy you told us about?"
 
I opened my mouth to protest, but my words were caught in my throat.

I'd never fucked him. 

I'd never claimed him. 

How could I be connected to him like that? But that argument became another shout of pain as my arm surged with magic again, it was like someone was twisting it behind my back. I felt a punch to my ribs, and I howled in agony. I sensed fear. I could taste copper in my mouth, and I could smell the saltiness of tears. I panted, and I shuddered, anger rising inside of me as the fire in my belly began to grow. The pupils in my eyes turned to slits, and the color changed from their cheerful green to a bloodshot yellow.

"Balcony. Doors. Now." I shouted. 

My spotty boy jumped up and he dashed over to the lever on the side of the wall, he yanked it, and there were metallic clanks as rusty gears ground together and groans as weights began to move. The doors swung open dramatically, casting the whole room with light from the full moon outside. My wings spread, casting a shadow over our round nesting bed. I ran towards the balcony, and I leapt over the railing and into the warm night. My wings spread and I soared out of the stone keep of my castle.
 
I couldn't think straight. The fire in my belly grew too hot for me to suppress it. My horns started to lengthen, getting thicker and sharper. My hands changed too, moving from their normal soft pudgy digits to sharp battle-ready talons. My snout elongated, going from something soft and warm, to something cold and pointed, even the slits on my nostrils seemed to grow meaner and angrier. Finally, I roared, flame shooting from my muzzle, and washing over me and cleansing me. 

When I emerged, I wasn't myself, I was a creature ready for battle. Four legged, muscles rippling over my body. I was a feral beast ready to fight anything that got in the way. My wings had grown with the rest of me, they now reached out nearly 30 feet when measured end to end. I sniffed the air, and the runes etched into my arm glowed hotter. I snorted smoke, and flew off in the direction I knew I had to go.
 
===
 
"Well," I sighed. "I think we're going to need to have the staff bring up the bed extension, I have a feeling we're about to have another body in it..."
 
"Oh!" Jasper said excitedly, "I should try out that new cake recipe, Vash!" The fat hyena's tail wagged quickly back and forth and there was a joy to his eyes.
 
The chubby bunny just crawled back into bed, and wrapped one of the furry blankets around him. "I don't know if Miss Sugarbean is going to be particularly happy about you using her kitchen at midnight." Walter yawned, and his eyes looked heavy as he sat crisscross on the bed with the blanket wrapped over him so that only his face poked out of it. "But if you do go down there, bring me some of that Carrot stew from last night. I'm starving."
 
I grabbed my robe, and tied the sash around my waist. "I'm going to go check on the kids." 
 
I pushed my way through the ornate doors to my Master/Husband's bedroom, and walked into the hallway. I shuddered, I really needed to get something more cheery in this hallway. The creepy lifeless sets of armor staring at me always made me uneasy. I've tried to get him to redecorate, but getting a dragon to give up something he owns is always a challenge... next time he's balls deep in one of the other lads, I need to whisper in his ears about adding some running lights or something to make it look less like a haunted castle. It's always easier to get him to change his mind when he's distracted. 

My bare hooves muffledly clip-clopped across the red-carpet runner that went down the length of the stone hallway. I was walking past a second recessed alcove, when a figure moved out of the shadows and into my path. I whinnied in surprise, and I grumbled as I saw the smirking young dragon girl standing there.
 
"Sooo..." she began, "Where did dad go in such a hurry?" The young girl was thick like her father, but without the spikes on her tail, and she had eyes as blue as sapphires, just like Marty had. There was always a hint of mischief to them. She always made me miss Marty so much, but I was happy to have a  reminder of that old pony in my life. I walked up to her, she towered over me even though she was only 14, and I bumped her chin with my nose, caringly.
 
"A treasure hunt, I think." I said as I put my hand gingerly on the small of her back and started to guide her down the hallway. "He should be back by morning, but I don't know how his mood will be... but let's get you back to bed, and we'll check on your brothers and sisters on the way."
 
==
 
"Well," said the young deer in the business suit as he leaned against his car, "do you think he decided to back out?"
 
He stood in front of a rundown metal shack in the woods. It looked like it might have been a logging mill back in the day, but now it just looked rusted and past it's prime. There were a few spots here and there that were more modern and clearly someone had been keeping up with it at least to prevent it from falling down. There were two other men standing there, each near their respective cars.
 
"There's a virgin inside," the Clydesdale said as before he went back to chewing the tobacco in his mouth. He was wearing a trucker hat, a plaid shirt, jeans, and he was next to a truck that easily cost $200,000 with all the bells and whistles attached to it.
 
"And just how do you know that?" Asked the rhino who had been looking at his phone until now. He was leaning against a Lamborghini, and wearing a simple poloshirt and slacks.
 
The horse uncrossed his arms, and pointed to the ring on his finger. It was a pearly white and shimmered in the light, "Pure Virgin Unicorn Horn, it can track a virgin for a mile in any direction, and right now the only one here is in the one in the shed."
 
"Now Richard," I said as I stepped out from behind the doors of the shed. I'd been putting the finishing touches on some things, while the sun was beginning to set. "I'm going to have to hold onto that when we start, I'd hate for you to be accused of cheating."
 
The horse spit onto the ground near my feet, and just grumbled, "I ain't need no ring to catch him. I just wanted to make sure you weren't trying to swindle us. I paid good money for this hunt, and I would have been mighty mad if the merchandise hadn't been pure." The Clydesdale pulled his shirt to the side, and showed the knife with the golden handle sheathed on his belt. "I'm not letting this go though, it was from the unicorn colt's Daddy, so it only tracks Magic. I don't want no cheating from these cucks."
 
"I'm not the one who brought magical weapons and artifacts, but I assure you," the deer said as he looked over the top of his sunglasses, "I don't need any gadgets to get someone in my bedroom."
 
"Can we just see him already?" The rhino asked. "I want to make sure he's not some butt ugly trailer trash you pulled from some crack den."
 
"Alright, this way fellas," I said as I lead them inside the shed. "Please do not cross the red line."
 
Light from the setting sun poured into the shack, and on the dusty dirt floor in the center of the floor was a cage. Around it was a red circle made in the dirt with spray-paint, it created a 12 foot barrier between the cage and those outside of it. Sleeping curled in the center was a chubby red fox. He was naked, and his fur looked roughed up and scruffy.
 
"Travis!" I shouted. "Wake up our guest..."
 
"Yes boss," said a muffled voice from one of the side rooms. I turned my head to watch as the possum in a hazmat suit walked out. I watched as he grabbed a blunt wooden pole from the wall, and my eyes went down to the patch in his suit from that time he tried to wake a boy without that stick and he'd took a chunk out of that same arm.
 
He walked over to the cage, and the possum gingerly stuck the pole through the bars, and gently poked the sleeping fox. The boy moaned, and he slowly got to his hands and knees, his ass facing towards the men positioning to be one of his future owners. He groggily got up, and he tried to stand but just slammed his head against the bars of his cage. The boy yipped in pain, and he rubbed his head before he took a seat on the ground. He looked around in confusion for a moment, and then panic started to set in. His eyes darted around the space, and then he glared with angry hatred towards me. 
 
"Petty, what the fuck?" Ian shouted, before covering his bits with his hands. "Let me out of here, right now!"
 
I just ignored him, "As you can see, he's pretty lively! And take a sniff fellas." The three other men walked to the edge of the red ring, and smelled. Their eyes all flashed with desire as their glares met the worried fox's eyes. The fox smelled himself, and terror filled his face.
 
"All the blockers should be out of his system, and he should be at his peek heat. We'd drugged him with THC, but that should be out of his system as well, we're going to be sure to give him something to flush it out before we start, so he's not sluggish or easy to catch." I said as I watched the boy's face twist in anger, and he grabbed the bars of the cage. "Before we release him, we'll throw up a magical barrier that will alert me if anyone tries to use a spell or magical item inside of it. It will also keep him inside and everyone else out. You'll have full privacy until the game is over."
 
"He clean?" The Clydesdale asked.

"Yep, I have a friend who did his bloodwork while we were getting the drugs out of his system, and gave us what we'll need to make sure he's in peak performance for the hunt. I can show you the paper work while we finalize the details in my office." I grinned toothily, and added, so the boy could hear me, "He'll make a fine breeder for your ranch. You're trying to breed a line of marebois who always breed true, right? So that you have a full line of fuckable boys without the need for random chance to get in the way."
 
"Yep," the horse said as he kneeled, and looked over the boy in the cage. His eyes were clinical, like judging a piece of meat. "He'll be one of the broodmares."
 
"And no one will know he's gone?" Asked the buck as he walked around the circle, sniffing the air as he looked over every side of the fox in the cage.
 
"Nope, his dad is the one who sold him, and he didn't have any other family. Once he's back at your place, you can mount him to your wall with the others and use him to your hearts content," I said. I could feel my slit tingle at the thought. He'd sent me some pictures of his den. O-ring gagged boys with their head sticking through the wall, while their asses pushed into the other room, waiting for their holes to be filled.
 
"Whatever, as long as he can pop out kids. My wife wants a whole herd," the rhino said as he tapped at his phone.
 
I watched the boy physically shudder as he imagined being knocked up with a whole herd of rhino calves.
 
"Yes yes, I'm sure you all have more questions, but let's go into my office. I don't want the boy to know about the surprises," I said as I ushered everyone to the old Forman's office in the back. "Travis!" I shouted over my shoulder, "Give him the cocktail the vet cooked up and throw up the barrier."
 
"Yes Boss," the possum said as he gave a salute.
 
I saw the boy slump against the back of the cage, tears rolling down his face, and visibly shaking. I licked my lips, he must have smelled delicious...
 
==
 
Thoughts came hard to Tavros in this form. There was no "I", he was mostly instinct. His whole biology had changed. He was more aerodynamic in this shape with his pointed head, his shorter arms and legs clung to his muscular body. His yellow eyes could see in ways beyond color, he could see the outlines of magic, and it was heightened with his sense of smell. But currently, the thing guiding him was the desire to find that treasure that he knew was in danger. He knew exactly what direction it was, and he flapped his large leathery wings as he moved faster and faster. He zoomed past a pair of Pegasi, nearly knocking them out of the air as he slammed through their flight path, but he didn't care. He needed to get to Ian. 

He could feel the boy's fear building as he got closer and closer to the place he was. He squinted, and he began to see a glowing bubble in front of him. He started to slow down to stop himself from slamming into the swirling magical mist that obscured everything inside from his vision. He flew around it, and he sniffed the air. There was no doubt that Ian was inside. He reached out and ran a claw across the surface and it felt as hard as stone. He landed on it, and he swiped his claws at it.
 
This was a barrier put up to keep people in and other people out. It was an expensive one at that, it wasn't one that could be broken easily. The anger welled up inside of him, and he started to slash against the magical barrier, turning around and slamming his spiked tail against the dome without making a dent in the swirling cloudy surface. He roared, the fire in his belly began to heat up, and he blasted the barrier with all the might he could. Fire cracking over the surface.

He poured all the pain and fear he felt from Ian into the fire.
He poured the hurt he felt the night he couldn't save Marty.
He poured the pain of watching his broodmates be slaughtered by fascists.
He poured everything he could into it, and the fire went to a dark orange, and then a bright brilliant blue.

The magics began to interact, warping and distorting as they began to cancel each other out. There was a small hole that formed, and the dragon thrust his clawed hands into it and began to pull it farther open while the blue flame crackled across his scaled skin. His muscular body and arms flexed as he rendered it apart in that mighty fire from his belly. Any other creature would have been obliterated in that fire, but to him it felt almost cold.
 
A few seconds later, the hole opened wide enough, and he pushed himself inside. He slipped into the treeline, and silently crept through the trees.
 
==
Security camera #1
 
"Travis!" Said a voice just as the screen came to life, and a giant possum nose obscured the screen. "Are you done yet?"
 
"Yeah Boss," the possum said as he slid out of view and the sound of footsteps could be herd going down the ladder. "I'll have the rest of them done before the big night, don't worry. We won't miss a bit of the action."
 
"Good, this is going to make me so much money on the web," the gator said as he stood outside of a bright red circle with a cage in the center. Something slept in the cage, but it was hard to make out at the camera's angle.
 
The tape fast-forwarded to several hours later, the timestamp whizzing by until it showed the same cage, empty, and the door wide open. There was a shadow lurking along the ceiling, it lowered itself down by it's tail, and then it dropped to the ground - making the floor shake. The black blob the size of a small bus sniffed at the cage, pacing around it, before flame shot from it's mouth and scorched the earth around the cage. It turned towards the doors of the shack, and slammed through them - leaving the metal twisted and in tatters as it stalked off into the night.
 
Camera 47:
 
The naked Rhino on the screen was wearing a pair of night vision goggles and he was standing behind a tree. He was scanning the surrounding area, and he didn't see the dark shape until he was wrapped up in its wings and he yowled as he was sucked into the dark sky.
 
Camera 94:
 
The mostly naked buck was crouching as he sniffed the air and looked at the fresh paw prints in the mud. He had the skin of a fox over his shoulders and he was investigating a broken branch when suddenly a spiked tail came across his trail. The spikes didn't impale him, they simply rested against his side as the force of the swing by the base of the tail slammed him into a nearby tree. The hulking shadowy figure walked onto the screen, his dark red scales looking black in the night. The outline of its head dipped down and grabbed the unconscious figure with its mouth. It spread its wings, and lept, before vanishing off screen.
 
==

Tears streamed down my face, and I could feel the lump of fear in my throat as I tried not to sob. Everything hurt. My paws were cold and cut by rocks. My legs had been tore up by the underbrush, and my arms had been slashed by unseen branches in the night. My nose hurt from where I'd run full force into the invisible barrier. I could taste copper in my mouth from where I'd bitten my tongue. I'd slammed my fists on it again and again as I held back in a yell of frustration. Blood had smeared over the invisible wall from the cuts on my hand. I thought about laying down and just letting whatever was going to happen, happen. But then I heard his voice behind me.
 
"Ya won't be the first boy who failed to outrun me," the voice said in the darkness. "I can smell ya boy. That cherry is mine, and then ye're going to spend the rest of yer days as a broodmare for my boys... I got a stall all picked out for ya, and the branding iron all warmed up."

I... I couldn't let that happen. I picked myself and ran. The possum had said, as he was forcing down the cocktail the vet had made,  that the only way out of here was with either a cub in my belly or everyone else in a body bag... I couldn't kill anyone, but maybe, maybe if I was fast enough, I could out last their desire for me. It was farfetched, I know, but it was the only thing that kept me putting one foot in front of another.
 
I felt so tired, I just needed to rest... this was the most I'd moved in ages. On top of it all, my chest hurt so bad, I don't know how long I'd been out of it, but it must have been days. I had to hold back a sob as I thought about how I just wanted to be safe in that shed with Mr. Tavros. I wanted to feel his warm hands on me, making all my worries go away. I bit my lip, and forced myself to focus on the problem in front of me. I needed a break. I needed to get off my feet. I scanned the darkness, the moon above providing the only light. I eventually saw a hallowed out tree stump, I vaguely wondered what could be in there, but what was on my trail worried me more. I slipped inside of it, and tried to catch my breath. I could hear the man taunting me.

"Might as well come out boy, ya know ye're mine," the horse shouted.
 
"Yer gonna help me breed a whole bunch of marebois just like ya. Gonna make your sons the finest of whores for men to buy and use for whatever they wish," the horse said. He sniffed the air and he let out a whicker as he stomped through the forest. I wished he'd kept moving as his hooves crunched through the leaves. "I know I'm close..." the horse said as I heard him sniff the air again. Panic filled me. This was a mistake. I saw him come into view. His dick was hard as a rock, it throbbed in the air, that flared head dribbling pre as his arousal filled the air.
 
The Clydesdale moved closer to the stump, and my tail tucked between my legs, covering my sheath and I began to shudder with fear. He was going to rape me, kidnap me, and use me as a breeding slave. I was doomed. My life was over. I'd never feel Tavros's touch again. I'd never smell his smoky musky sent. I'd never feel safe around him. I couldn't hold it back anymore, and I sobbed. The horse's head snapped towards me, and he grinned. "Gotcha."
 
He went to step towards me, but he stopped in his tracks as he looked to his hip. He grabbed the hilt of the knife that was on a leather belt - the only thing he wore. He lifted it up, and the pearly white blade glowed in a pure bright white light.
 
"That's not possible..." he mumbled, "Only a dragon could..." He trailed off and he looked up in front of him.
 
"Eludere!" He shouted and held the knife in front of him. A bright orange column of flame came from the trees a split second later, and the flame was cut in half as the horse's magic protected him. It scored the trees on either side of him, setting the trees ablaze and casting the whole forest in an orange light.
 
My mouth hung open as a massive creature burst through the trees, the thick trunks splintering as the beast rammed through them. It roared, fire shooting from it's nostrils as it slid to a stop in front of the horse, it's tail sliced through the air - those deadly spikes heading straight for the man's chest.
 
"Tormentum aquam!" The horse shouted, and a jet of water formed in front of the pearly blade and slammed into the beast's tail, sending it backward and sticking the spike's in a thick oak behind him. The horse dodged and rolled across the ground before taking a defensive stance. It was like something out of a movie, I watched in amazement, hoping that neither would notice me.
 
"Vinea alliges duplicia!" The Clydesdale shouted, and vines shot from the ground and yanked the hulking monster to the ground.
 
I wasn't sure who I should be rooting for. Was the unknown beast here to eat me? Was he another player in Petty's game?
 
The horse started to say something more complicated now, his fingers were drawing runes in the air, and each word seemed to make the creature angrier and angrier. The horse looked panicked as he began to speak faster. The creature pulled against the vines around his muzzle, fire curling out from his nostrils as he struggled against the grasping tendrils. Every time he'd get an inch, more vines would appear.  A grin grew on the stallion's face as he spoke louder, and the beast's eyes narrowed. The creature's tail popped loose from the tree behind him, and he swung it - cutting the vines along his side. He raced froward, fire rolling from the sides of his vine wrapped muzzle, and he went to headbutt the still chanting horse, but before he could. The creature fell in his tracks, skidding to a halt on the ground, and his nose coming to rest at the horse's hooves.
 
The horse fell backward, gasping for breath, and checking over himself as the creature laid in front of him. The horse stood up and dusted himself off, and he sighed in relief. He waved his hand towards the fires in the forest, and said, "Eatenus exstinxisti." The flames in the forest instantly went out.
 
"Enough of this, yer mine." the horse yelled into the night. "Fuck yer rules, Petty!"
 
"Locus revelare!" The horse shouted as he held up the pearly blade high. A beam of light locked onto the stump I was in, and I managed to wiggle out of it just in time to have that heavy horse land on top of me. He was at least two feet taller than me, and his dick was as thick as my arm. I could feel it against my back, and I whimpered as I struggled in the ground under him. "Fuck being just a broodmare. After that, I'm going to whore yer ass out to get used the whole time I'm waiting for ya to pop. Yer hole is going to be so loose you'll take three horse dicks and not even feel it." He shouted.
 
There was a meaty sound of flesh meeting flesh, and then a loud thunk as something hit a nearby tree. I  felt the weight quickly come off my back, and then I saw the shadow of the creature from before standing over me. I felt a hand resting gently on my back as the beast's nose rolled with flame. I could smell his arousal in the air now. A thick sooty musky scent that hung in the air like molasses.  The beast leaned down and he sniffed at the back of my head.
 
"Mine," the beast growled into my ear. 

He picked me up, and flew off towards the boundary wall. He swooped down, and a blast of fire shot out of his muzzle towards a barrel near the road. It exploded in a magical set of fireworks, colored sparks flying everywhere. There was a shimmer in the air as the boundary dropped, and the creature flew off with me into the night.
 
I wondered where the dragon was taking me. This was only the second one I'd ever been this close to, and he was so much different from Mr. Tavros. He was like the scary creatures in children's stories. But his belly felt warm, and I could tell my heat was effecting me, because I could feel his dick brushing against my ass and it was making me so horny...
 
He flew me to a field and we touched down. The wind kicked out by his massive wings flattened some of the grass under us, and he set me down, before pulling away. I looked over the massive creature as it stalked a few feet away. I was confused. Shouldn't I be getting eaten or raped at this point? Not that I was complaining, but still, I felt there was a format to these things. 
 
He breathed out a massive plume of fire, and it surrounded his body. I blinked, and my jaw hung open as I saw who was standing there.
 
"Mr. Tavros," I yelped.
 
He was naked, and he smiled at me. His cock was still hard as a rock, it stuck out from his slit, the knot already fully engorged above his massive grapefruit sized balls. He walked over to me, and flopped on his back next to me. His cock flexed and pulsed in the air, pre dripping onto his belly as he looked up at the twinkling night sky. The fyre-flies were jumping from leaf to leaf, their bodies bursting into flame for a moment as they blinked on, and then going back to their beetle state the next. The little whisps of flames danced all around us in that bright green field as the tall grass slowly swayed in the evening wind.
 
"So," he said simply, "Are you okay?"
 
Am I okay? Am I okay? What kind of question was that?!
 
I'd just been hunted by a group of weirdos who wanted to use me as a breeding factory or a trophy for their wall. I'd then been saved by my history teacher, who was not raping or eating me at the moment. Which again, I was not complaining about.
 
"I..." I started, "I don't know... Yes? Like... none of them caught me... I'm a little scuffed up, but I've had worse... but... how... where... where did you come from? How did you find me?" I said as I propped myself on my elbows and looked at him.
 
"Well," he said as I joined him, laying on my back next to him. "That's a... complicated question to answer." He said, closing his eyes, his cock still throbbing and I wondered how he wasn't jumping my bones right now... everyone else had been blinded by their lust when I was in heat, why wasn't he?
 
He kept his eyes closed, clearly recovering after everything that happened, and he asked me a question.
 
"Do you know about dragon hoards?" 
 
"Like piles of gold that they sleep on?" I said, then realizing that was slightly speciest I added, "Well, not all dragons. I've heard from Mr. Lew Pine that every dragon has some kind of hoard. It could be cars, fossils, or anything else. You know something valuable."
 
"Good to know he's doing such a good job," the dragon to my left said. "While true, there's one little caveat to that. It has to be something valuable to the dragon. In the case of cars, it needs to be classics or obscure one offs. With fossils it has to be species that don't even have full skeletons or things that are one of a kind. It can even be rare books, I knew someone long ago who was an avid hoarder of those. The point is, for it to be in our hoard, it needs to be something so rare we can treasure it, because it is a treasure itself." Mr. Tavros said, before reaching up to rub his forehead. "Do you know what my hoard is?"
 
I was a bit confused, wondering what on me at the moment could be considered a treasure. This whole conversation seemed like some weird tangent so he could avoid my conversation, but I decided to roll with it.
 
"No, I can't say I do." I said truthfully.
 
He rolled over onto his side, and placed a hand on my belly. "It's doeboys, marebois, omegas, etc. Any boy who can go into heat. They're rare, so they became my treasure. It started when I was a knight, and I took my first lover. Richard was a kind soul, and he was one of the best blacksmiths I knew. Back in those days, there weren't heat blockers like there are now, so he had to become tough fast. The soot helped cover his scent, and a bash from his shield or his forging hammer was usually enough to keep folks away who could smell through that and went into The Lust for him." The dragon smiled at that, and he absently touched his arm. I looked closer at it, and began to notice little rune-like carvings in his scales. But they were odd, they didn't have a pattern, they looked random.

"On our joining night, when I took him for the first time, and I breathed in his scent I knew I'd finally found my treasure. I found the thing that I valued more than anything else, that precious gift he'd given to me, and allowed me to fill up his belly with my young." The dragon continued, "That was centuries ago now, and I don't even know where most of our great-great-great-great grandchildren have gotten to, but I remember every movement with him like it was yesterday. Because he was one of my treasures. He was mine." The dragon sighed, "I hope I was his too. Just like with all of my hoard. I want to be as much a treasure for them as they are a treasure for me."
 
As he talked, it began to click, and I just looked at him in shock. I wasn't sure what to say... me? A treasure? Could... Could I be really that valuable to someone?
 
"Wait... are... are you saying I'm a part of your hoard?" I asked, panic in my voice.
 
"Not yet," he pointed to a spot on his arm, it was just after the last rune. I could see a small indent there, but it was hard to make out. "Every rune on my arm represents one of my treasures. When I bind with a treasure, it leaves it's mark here. For dragons into other things, where they might have quantities on mass, each rune represents a type. For dragons into gold and gems, they might have two or three runes, while those into cars might have one for each, and those into comic books might have one for every type of comic they collect - one for horror, one for adventure, etc." He explained.
 
"But for me, each rune represents a person. Yours hasn't come in yet, you're not yet fully bound to me- body and soul." He moved his finger to a hammer and anvil rune on his upper arm, "But if we were to join, you'd take a mark just like Richard's here. I would be forever linked to you as long as I lived. You'd be linked to me as well, my mark would appear on your rump... like it has with all my other boys." He slowly rubbed my belly as he talked, his cock twitching the entire time as his slitted nostrils took in my scent. "But that's how I knew you were in trouble, the faint link that was there, was triggered when you were in danger. I knew someone had put my treasure into harm's way, and instinct took over. I would have scorched an army to get to you, even if it cost me my own life in the process. You were MINE," the dragon's eyes flashed gold for a moment as he said that, "and no one but me was going to claim you."
 
He cleared his throat at that, clearly a bit embarrassed, "Well, my magic thinks you're going to be mine, but that will fade if we were to distance." He said before sliding a hand up to one of my milk swollen tits, and causing me to gasp as he squeezed it. "Of course... the other option is for you to become mine." He said, before leaning up to whisper into my ear. "You'd be in a nice big soft bed, my other boys - who will just love you - all snuggled up with you. A big dragon to keep you warm. My cock ready to keep you full. No more having to worry about your heat... because you'll be filled with my brood constantly. Dragon pregnancies are longer too, you'll be knocked up for at least 3 years... So you wouldn't have to worry about a new kit every 9 months." The dragon flicked out his tongue across one of my leaking nipples, and I moaned as he tasted me. "Your tits will always be swollen with milk too... I always make sure to milk each of my boys every morning before I head off for the day, you'll wake up every morning, get a nice belly full of dragon cock, and you'll get to cum again, and again, and again as I squeeze your udders dry."
 
My cock throbbed as I heard that. I would be somewhere safe and warm. Somewhere someone wanted me. But... could it work out?
 
"But what about school?" I asked. "Won't you get in trouble if you're banging a student?"

"Your dad told them you were being taken out of school, as far as they're concerned, you're no longer my student... and you are 18, so you can make your own choices." The dragon said. "If you'd like, I can enroll you in another school, and we can get you into university. I want my treasures to shine, so that means being your best happiest self. I've had marebois become famous researchers and some just be thrilled to stay at home and take care of the kids." His thumbs pressed to my sensitive nipples, and he started to slowly rub them. I squirmed in his grasp, and I gasped as we embraced naked in that field under the stars.

"But before you say yes..." He warned, "you have to think about what will happen if I knock you up." He said in a tone that reminded me of telling a kid not to eat too much candy. "Your balls will become sterile. You'll never be able to sire a kit of your own, all of them will come from my dick and my dick alone. Your balls will shrink. So will your dick. Very soon you won't be able to get hard anymore, and your only orgasms will come from my dick or milking hands. Are you prepared to give up being a male and be a true mareboi?" He nuzzled at my cheek, and looked me in the eyes. His comforting green orbs making me melt into his touch.
 
I started to think about that. My belly swollen. My tits bigger. My dick shriveled, and my seedless cum spilling over the sheets as my dragon stud bred me. I whimpered, and my young fox cock flexed painfully hard. I cupped his face in my hands, and I smiled.
 
"I want to be your treasure. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine," I said.
 
He kissed me then, our lips meeting, his hot soft lips making me feel warm and safe inside. He rolled back onto his back, and he took me with him. I straddled his massive yellow belly, and blushed as I realized he looked just like he did in my dreams. I took a look back, and shuddered as I look at his thick stud stick, it was bigger than the toy I'd taken, but I wanted it so bad. He ran a hand gingerly down my chest, and then his hands found my hips. He urged me back, letting me feel the length of his cock against my fluffy red rump. I lifted my tail, and he leaned up so he could whisper into my ear.

"Ian Johnson, of house Glendale High, I promise that by the honor as a dragon and knight of the old order, with this breeding, I will make you mine. You will be my treasure, to have and hold. To love through good and bad, and with everything I have until death do us part," I started to tear up at that point. But for the first time in my life, it wasn't from pain or sadness, it was joy. I closed my eyes and eased myself back, letting my wet puckered pink hole touch the head of his shaft, and I started to lower myself down.
 
"Thank you," I whispered as he spread me open. I could feel him shudder as the warmth of my body wrapped around him. My heat making me warmer than I would have been. I closed my eyes and his skilled hands gently lowered me down on his shaft, I could feel his knot knocking on my backdoor, and I shuddered. He didn't try to get it into me right away, he just slowly bounced me up and down on his oh so thick shaft... I don't know how I managed to take it, but my guess it was something to do with the fact I was a mareboi now. His hand would occasionally slide along my soft fur, reassuring me, making me feel just like a treasure. He nuzzled away my tears, and he kissed me again as he held my hips still and slowly rocked himself in and out of my needy ass. It felt so amazing. Better than I ever thought it could.

He broke the kiss and he move down to my breasts, he nuzzled between them, before he wrapped his lips around the right one and started to suck the milk straight from them. I gasped, my hands coming up to run my fingers across his head as he gave me relief for the first time in days. With each bounce of his hips, I could feel my shaft bouncing above my balls, and I whimpered with need- but not to touch my cock, need to have more of him inside of me. I pressed my ass back into his thrusts like the little slutty foxie I was, and I gasped. His teeth nibbled at my tender flesh, making me squirm as he drained me, wondering if it would be like this every morning when he filled me with his dragon cock. I could already picture my belly swollen, my little dicklet bouncing useless under my big round belly, and my tits begging to be emptied...
 
"Please," I moaned, "knot me." I yipped, my hands squeezing down on his horns. "Breed me. Fill me with our kits. Make my belly swell. Make me yours."
 
The dragon growled lustfully at this, and he grabbed ahold of my hips. He started to move me up and down faster now, I could feel his knot tapping at my back door now, and I started to wonder if I could take it. But as I leaned my head back and lifted my tail higher, it popped into me with a mighty roar! That's when I popped. My eyes shot open with shock, and I yipped at the top of my lungs as my cock started to spurt... more than it should have... more than I thought it could... It wouldn't stop. He started to thrust into me then, his heavy balls slapping my ass. It was like my cock balls were trying to drain every bit of fertile seed from my balls, coating that yellow chest in my fox spunk just like I'd done in my dreams while that thick knot slammed into my spasming tailhole and stroked that pleasure walnut inside of me.
 
He roared, "mine!" And he thrust up one last time inside of me, and he started to cum. I could feel that dragon cum filling me, what had to easily be a gallon. I could feel it expanding my belly, and I shuddered as I knew that seed would do what it was meant to, and fill me with his kits.
 
Then. I came again. A second orgasm filling me... but this one felt different than the first. It seemed to cum from inside. My cock felt like an after thought as week seedless cum joined that massive first load I gave, and my ass milked his cock. It was so intense, I felt like I was seeing stars. When we finished, we were both panting, and I collapsed on his cum soaked belly. I closed my eyes, and passed out.
 
==
 
I huffed and slowly stroked the back of the fox sound asleep on my belly. I just laid with him there for a bit, letting me feel his warmth wrapped around my dick. I leaned down and kissed between his cute black tipped ears, and then looked up at the stars. I felt my arm start to tingle, and I looked down at it. I watched as the new symbol for my treasure started to form. It was a book, with a large fluffy fox tail wrapped around it. The book had a little milk pale on the cover. I smirked. I had a feeling this boy was going to be a producer...
 
I let my dick soften inside of that warm body, and I let myself slip out of him. I scooped him up in my arms, and I started to gingerly fly my home.
 
No.
 
Our home.
 
=epilog=

I loved watching the fox boy's transformation. Seeing his milk output double, making so much we had to start making cheese from it, the boy blushing every time he managed to overflow a bucket. He was a perfect fit with my other boys, they took him in as one of their own, and gave Vash another lad to tease. He was also great around the kids, he seemed to take to being a dad easily, someone much better than his own had ever been.
 
I remember looking at him one day, on all fours in my bed, tits full of milk, his belly heavy with our kit, and his little clitty hanging limply above his shrunken balls. It was just as good as I'd pictured it all those months ago. I had pounced him in that moment, and fucked three loads out of that limp noodle before finally filling him up to the brim with my cum.




