Natural Enemies
by Galis Slipscale
 
 
“How have I gotten so big?” hissed the surprisingly delicate, alarmingly-large throat of the oversized many-legged-lizard. A draconic set of features, twelve squat strong legs, and the body of a thick-barrel serpent marked it as a behir, though it was one unlike any the green dragon had even heard of before! And worse, it was between Greenwing and the cave exit. Not rushing him, scrabbling across the ground on sinuous body and all those legs, but hanging back instead, watching with an amused crack of a toothsome jaw. “Well for starters, not by losing a fight to the likes of you, delicacy. But I’d rather not fight, to be honest. That’s not why I’m here…”
 
 
Greenwing edged around the cave to the left, but the vast grinning head was closest there. Stepping paw over paw other way, wings slightly mantled, the forest-scaled dragon made his way in a half-circle around the back of his newly-chosen lair. “It’s not? This is awfully familiar for that,” the dragon rumbled. Keep it… her, he felt, talking long enough and maybe he could slip out. “You’re rolling up on a new dragon lair, usually your sort wants to make one or the other of us find a new dwelling, isn’t that right?” He huffed, every time he paced about, she closed him in a little tighter, stepping sideways towards him with a body long enough to reach from one wall of the cavern to the other. It was like the entrance itself was closing in on him.
 
 
That direction proved no good either, just like it had failed the last dozen times. Long as heaven’s rope, the behir’s tail was whipping slowly back and forth. Too much of it to just try to run past. If he was tripped or fouled, he could be tangled in those paws swiftly. “Mmm. It’s true. I have… twitchy issues with the scent and sight of dragons like you, delicacy. But I’ve found other, more productive outlets for such energies…” One of her paws was motioning rather low on her belly, forming a circle with her fingers, then another… Greenwing snorted a moment, ear frills fanning heat. The behir simply grinned. Grinned, and slid a little closer.
 
 
“You’re here to get laid? I don’t see how that fits with your… ‘twitchy issues’...” he grumbled back, though he did sneak a look over her. Then shook his head again; a silly ploy, given she was so much larger. Nothing’d fit! “And you keep talking to me like food.” He stared at those rippling legs as she paused her advance, for now.
 
 
A throaty, hissing giggle was his first reply, and a long slow lick of a wet tongue across smooth chasm-wide lips was his second. Her body undulated, stepping again, “Force of habit, but that would be hard, deli… dear. No no, you’re half right, but half wrong. I see a new, sleek, sexy dragon in the neighborhood, I’m not swinging by to make love.”
 
 
“Then…” he grunted, stopped by a big, thick blue finger against his snout. When had she gotten so close?
 
 
“I -fuck- sleek, sexy dragons. I suck and I ride and I buck and I ram, until your scales are hanging off and you’re a lusty mess,” she coos. “Feeling you writhe under me is almost as good as the old days where you’d be writhing in my belly, and I don’t have to worry about bigger dragons dropping by in anger. Turns out your sort doesn’t talk about the times you end up on your back much,” she grinned. A thick glob of drool was sliding from the corner of her mouth; she clearly had SOME kind of hunger going now! “And when I drop by ‘my’ territory, a lair that stinks of behirsex isn’t one I feel a strong impulse to go devour the occupants of, after all.” A paw pressed on his side, pushing; another grabbed one of his legs, and pulled.
 
 
“I’m not sure I OOF!” Greenwing grunted as he tumbled to his side. His eyes went wide and yellow-bright, staring at the massive gaping maw not far from his head. She could engulf him easily with that, take him like a snake with a rat! Small flickers of static electricity sometimes lit the wet, deep gullet presented to him, showing off a tunnel of drool and mucus-dripping flesh. The tongue reached out, slid between his forelegs and down his chest, long enough to reach from here all the way to the surprisingly exposed warmth of the dragon’s loins, and leave a painted wet streak as it pulled back in. “N..no!” he protested, only now starting to try and scramble to get away, just as that maw closed on his body sideways, gripping around his chest. The green dragon bent over, pawing at her as he found himself wrestling a tangle of body and legs.
 
 
“Mmmmyesss,” the behir muffledly groaned. She sucked hard, teeth scraping scales, tongue pressing the slight heft of his belly. Each struggling toss of his spine made a lewd sucking sound from those lips trying to seal on him, or perhaps that was simply her sucking the flavor right off his scales itself! At first it seemed like her grip was slipping, but Greenwing soon found escape was no easier, it was simply shifting down. Bodily gripping around him, but lower, over his belly, and then his hips. “Ooh. Hemipenes…” she rumbled too-casually.
 
 
With little ceremony besides pinning his forepaws in a single one of her big paws, and a heavy coil laid over his belly to keep him pinned down, she started to suck his twin cocks.
 
 
It wasn’t his fault; even that bit of teasing earlier had gotten him rather hot-scaled. And he’d even done well not to mention it - standing snout to snout with such a threatening creature sure helped. But it didn’t stop her from finding her prize either, that thick tongue coiling a wet drooling tower-ramp of slick flesh around his members, squeezing them in suggestion of what her coiled body could do to all of him. And try as he might, Greenwing’s breath was coming shorter and shorter.
 
 
She squirmed as she worked her lips, tongue delving over him, her vast body shifting to its sides. Many deft paws rubbed him, and many more rubbed herself, showing off something else too. There was a feminine slit, if an enormous one, puffy and wet and aroused, but above that was a dark, black-blue spire as big as he was! Foot after foot after endless foot of proud, pre-dripping behir-cock. Greenwing choked on his own tongue for a moment, staring at it, not sure whether he was feeling lust or fear. “Wh...what?”
 
 
One of her paws gave a steady, demonstrating stroke. “I believe in proper training for my studs and breeders. You might say, if my pussy tames dragons,” she teases, fingering that wet slippery vent, coming up with slick digits dripping her own lust, “then this bad boy is what breaks them. Oh, I do love to feel hard dragon cock pounding into me, but the best way to know I’ve reduced one to a mewling fucktoy is when this behir-cock is hilted in some dragoness’s trembling snatch, or a drake’s too-tight rump, cumming a geyser into them, and they’re whimpering and moaning for more."
 
 
Eyes gleamed at him, a grin on her dragon-like face, as her big muzzle pushed into his crotch again, returning to her work. Giving a big suck, almost inhaling his hips as her jaws caught him, and slurped on half of him at once. “This is… isn’t what we’re supposed to do. I’d almost rather fight!” Greenwing yelped, getting her tongue to lash around him, stroke his dicks and far too much of the rest of his body.
 
 
“Oh? You’re not more interested in, say, this?” she coo’d, letting go with jaws and forcing his head down with one of her many paws on it. His snout bumped that gigantic, slippery cock of hers, and his nostrils were ground against it all the way down, making Greenwing tense-moan furiously. But she didn’t stop there, and he got a brief glimpse of electric-blue flesh, big strong muscular lips of it, wet and slippery. Flecked with small copper glittering spots. She mashed his face to it, and he heard a hungry sucking sound, followed by a heavily perfumed ooze of thin slipperiness all over his face. Greenwing closed his eyes, shivering as a thin plume of semen erupted from his cock. Graceless, sudden and unexpected, but her scent was doing… something to him, and he shivered through the shameful climax.
 
 
Still slick and musky with her drool and worse when he was finished, the green dragon groaned easily as one of those paws wrapped around his still-stiff shafts. Stroking them up and down with lewd squishes, squelching thick masses of the ribbony, clear fluid sopped over him. She seemed to not mind, other paws hugging his back to her chest as she started to jerk him off. Now and again, the sway of his slippery tail brushed that mammoth behir-dick, and he grunted a bit. Aside from showing off, it’d been very… restrained.
 
 
“Are you going to fuck me?” he whimpered, half fearful, half hopeful. That monster could tear him apart, but the overwhelming urges growing in him made the drake almost not care!
 
 
“I just did, delicacy. Want to go again so soon?” she coo’d, though her expression and the way she glanced at her own shaft. “I know what you mean, you don’t want my tongue along, you want to get railed! Mmm, a little tail-raiser? That’s good, that’s good. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You need a few more years. Get big and strong and then we’ll work on training you to that.”
 
 
Greenwing made a dismay-relief chirp, though he continued to stare at that fat, bulbous glans. In response, one of her paws began to stroke and knead it, pressing on the deep blue flesh, rubbing steadily while the green dragon watched. “Years? You won’t get… bored by then?”
 
 
A slow steady laugh like one of her very first pealed out, and she dragged her tongue across his face. “Hardly. I’ve been in this valley for as long as anyone can remember, delicacy, and every drake and dragoness who lairs in the surrounding mountains is my pet. You’re far from the first sexy scaly cumrag I’ve trained up from a small cocksucker to a nice big breederstud.”
 
 
Greenwing thought to the dragons he had glimpsed or met on his travels to this new, apparently ‘trapped’ lair! “That can’t be right. They didn’t act any different!”
 
 
Her laugh made his ear frills pin back this time, and he blushed before she even answered with a gentle, tutoring tone. “Now now, delicacy. I’m not one to make a big fuss, and I prefer to patrol my lands more stealthily than that. I let you all go about your daily lives and struggles and games, and all I ask is what’s due to me. Respect, service, and your delicious scaly bodies as my nighttime pleasures.”
 
 
“There was a big red to the south…”
 
 
“Ashelian? Mmm. You would have been juuust ahead of me, meeting him. In fact, he’s the one who told me where to find you. Took him all night to say though, rather hard for a dragon to spill the beans while I’m sitting on their face and grinding their snout around in my pussy…. Still, he managed, what a tongue that pet of mine has!”
 
 
Such lurid wording! Greenwing huffed, squirming about as she fondled him and herself at the same time. Two same motions, behir-paw stroking along a hard cock. One was just… immense compared to the other! He groaned deeply all the same, leaving a messy trail between her fingers. “I… but… huff. What about, nfff, there was a blue a few… huff!”
 
 
“Oh, ‘little’ Cerul matches my color so well!” she coos. “You could almost think his snout was part of my sheath when he deep-throats me. You know,” she wiggled her eye-ridges conspiratorially, leaning down to whisper aside his face, “he tells me nothing else tastes as good as my cock to him now, and he’d starve if he couldn’t nurse off me. I’ve raised him the last half century on a steady, if sticky, diet,” the behir teased. “You might want to talk with him, get a few pointers, you’ll have the same job soon!”
 
 
That would explain the disinterest the blue showed in sharing a hunt with Greenwing, but… but… it was awfully hard to think of anything besides that paw stroking his hemipenes, even as he stared at the bigger demonstration of her masterbating her own! Just like he had been leaking, she was too, but in drizzles that were more river than rivulet. It was forming a messy drooling mass in her palm, squished and squelched with each stroke. “Well, huff. I guess all the solo drakes and dragonesses need relief too. They’re, nnf, not the only ones though. There was a nice p… pair of mated silvers I passed, a rather, rather h..handsome stud and his deeply pregnant mate.”
 
 
The lecherous grin the behir put on sent a cold little shiver through Greenwing’s gut! “You thought those were his whelps in her belly? How cute,” she crooned. “Oh, they’ll have some whelps of their own all right, but I always get to ‘bless’ the matings of my darling delicacies,” the behir let her tongue loll out lewdly. “I still remember the night we consummated their mating. He came so hard in my mouth, even more than you did, just before I quickened that silver womb with my own seed. But the best part was this very paw,” she wiggled the fingers of her self-stroking ‘hand’, cum dripping from it, “pushing the back of that silver head down, shoving his muzzle into his mate’s behir-fucked pussy. Rubbing his nose in it, as he eagerly ate her out, licking her wetness and my cum even as I slid my still wet dick deep into his tail and gave him a piece of what I gave her. I visit them often to check on the clutch; pregnant dragonesses need protein, and I make sure he doesn’t get too pent up. Who knows, he’s been such a good boy, maybe his first whelps will be from me rather than her!”
 
 
A paw stroked the base of his tail. A wet warm feeling tickled the tip, but before he could glance, that sticky paw met his face! Greenwing snorted heavily, strings of cum inhaled into his nostrils, and coughed a bit even as the large paw wrapped around his head. The behir began to stroke, ‘jerking off’ his muzzle, smearing and squishing her preseed over his face. Greenwing gasped out, only to get a hot and musky mouthful. “Mmmfm!” he muffle-grunted. “Mmmf, huff. So what… what is going to happen to me? I still need to… find a lair!”
 
 
“Sweety, you can have this one! Move in, set up shop!” she giggled, giving a squeeze that forced a slimy mess between her fingers on his face, and started to smear it about between his horns. That hot tugging feeling was near to the base of his tail now, and she rolled him with her, onto her side as her myriad limbs gently grappled and held his body tight. “Get a hoard, get servants, a mate. Just know that when you hear the pitter-patter of many big paws, you should clean yourself up a bit, lube yourself, and be prepared to pay the ‘landlord’,” she crooned. “It won’t be every night, with all the pets I have now, it takes a bit to visit them all.”
 
 
Something green was stuck to her blue palm, smeared in the messy web that rubbed and stroked his face. One of his scales, how odd. Must have been a loose one come free in the heavy petting. Greenwing bucked his hips a bit, snuffling into that messy paw squeezing and rubbing his face while other lewd sounds of her lower grip stroking him off continued. The drake was achingly hard, and dizzy from trying to draw breath through that messy mask she was smearing on him! “Mmmf, huff. I’m a tenant then?”
 
 
“You can call yourself that, my treat. I might call you other things,” her teeth gleamed. “Nnnf… scales, you feel good in there. Your kind always does!” She gave a push on him, paws grasping around his body, and a wet messy squelch sounded out, heat running over his rump as his legs were forced to his belly by a hot sleeving feeling. Greenwing squirmed his cum-soaked muzzle away, briefly noting the glitter of a dozen green scales clinging to her palm, to look down.
 
 
That blue, monstrous cock was meeting his hips. And everything below that was… gone. Not gone… inside it! It gave a wet sticky ‘belch’ of whitish-clear prefluids, even as those paws fed him down a little deeper into its gapingly stretched cumslit! “Wh...what is… what are you, I.. this is mmph mmuummph mmph!” Greenwing was suddenly muffled by that big, cumsoaked paw holding his muzzle shut. More of her mess drizzling into his nostrils as he tried to protest, only to be hushed!
 
 
“Shhh, shhh my little delicacy. This is… nfff… normal,” she grunted, paw after paw stroking and pushing him, easing his hips into that too-big, too-broad glans. Thick gurgles of messy precum slid up around him, giving the top a creamy smeared look. “You sexy beasts must be broken, otherwise you get rebellious ideas as pets. And I find you easiest to ‘suggest’ proper behavior too, when you’re in a healing hibernation. Took me a while to, nnf, figure out the least damaging way to trip your kind into that state. Bigger dragons are quite hard still; I have to be hilt-deep in them, jaws around their heads sucking the air from their lungs, or hold their snouts in my pussy forever. Hard to keep that pose for the weeks it takes to change your lusts on a fundamental level while you doze so cutely.”
 
 
“And… smaller dragons? I… nnf, think you mean like me?” Greenwing yelped again, though it was a mixed sound of lust and nerves. That hot gooey feeling was rising like a bath up over his belly, slow, sticky and steady. Her messy, scale-covered paw glittered green as it rubbed his head, the drake realizing he was shedding scales. Painlessly at least, but to what purpose?
 
 
The behir groaned as his belly ‘resisted’ a spell, only to squelch into her engorged member. Now he could see some vague bulges in the deep azure flesh that defined some of his shape! “I think you can guess, delicacy. It’s interesting how things associate as well, mmm. The first dragon I smothered to sleep in my snatch was actually into other males when he moved in, but after he woke from his hibernation, he drooled over my slit every time I wiggled my many hips at him. First one I held in my mouth always needed oral to finish after she woke up. And it gets stronger when I can full-body you scaly treats,” she coo’d.
 
 
Greenwing squirmed again, trying to mantle his wings a bit, but her legs held him fast. “C… can I get your pussy then? If I’m going to be… stuck with some sort of lust forever after this, I’d really like to get to enjoy mounting you when you visit! And eating you out, I could do that for you!”
 
 
Teeth gleamed. “Sorry sweets, already occupied.”
 
 
His brow furrowed. “Occupied? By… wait, those copper scales?”
 
 
“A sweet bright-scaled little metal dragoness, mmm. A bit smaller than you. Quite the spirited one, she squirmed, and struggled, and pushed, and shoved. But my cunt squeezed, and squished, and soaked, and smothered. Left her tail dangling out, watched it twitch and squirm, and then go still once I’d suffocated all the fight out of her. Oh, don’t worry, she’s still quite okay. I’ve gotten good at this. Just deeply asleep, in a recuperative slumber. She’s still in there, my vaginal muscles never stopping their rubbing massage, just enough air to keep her alive, while I soak her to her core. Whatever she was beforehand, she’ll be quite the clit-licker when she’s done being ‘retrained’ in there. But other preferences are still retained to a degree, treat. Maybe I’ll even pair you two up once your own training is done!” She giggled at that, then sighed as she forced him chest-deep, paws and wing-spurs now pinned while another set of paws supported the weight of her own swollen mammoth member.
 
 
 
 
“But you, treat, are going to be a cocksucker. Mmmhmm, it’ll make you drool and pant and quiver each time I drop by, and you wiggle shamelessly on your belly to get under me. You could be balls-deep in a dragoness and you’d pull out and come running if you smelled my dick again,” she teased shamelessly. “And that’s just half the fun. The best part of the male-trained dragons is when they graduate to tailhiking. That silver pair was both cock-raised, and you’ve never seen a pussy as wet as the females just from watching me masterbate. And the male… well, ever seen a boy jizz himself just from having another shaft bump his tailvent and push around? You will, treat, when you’re leaning forwards hiking it for me. You’ll know every inch of my dick by heart when that time comes, and dragons tell me that actually feeling it slide home inside them, after so many years of dreaming about it, well…” she grinned lazily, jaws slack from the heavy pleasure of taking Greenwing into her shaft.
 
 
Greenwing shrugged his shoulders side to side, yelping a bit as the hot, musky flesh climbed his neck. Sealing up nice and tight around his throat beneath the chin, like the tightness of the sleeve enveloping the rest of him. He could barely breath over the thick scent of behir-juices, and what she was talking about, his body already seemed to ache for! Weeks of soaking in her like this? He wasn’t sure what that would do to him, but he was starting to believe her! “I… nfff. I don’t…”
 
 
“Shhh,” she tapped his lips, and pressed down a bit more. A wet gurgling bubbling from behind his head made things a little hard to hear, prefluids foaming from his body’s squirms churning them in that musky tunnel. It tugged on him, sucking and squeezing, and with some delicate care to account for his horns, she eased his head back. Hot flesh slid over his brow, then his eyes, then his nose. The fresh air, scented as it was, ended, and thick gooey fluids welled up over his snout. With enough swallowing, he could get a short puff of hot heavily perfumed air, but only a little. The dizziness that brought heightened the feel of those fleshy walls squeezing over him, and the stroke of her paws along the outside of his unlikely prison.
 
 
The behir just crooned to herself, muffled words reaching Greenwing. “Nnnn, yes, there we go. Another toy for my collection. It’s been ages since I had one in each ‘slot’. A cute daughter dreaming of her new mistress’s pussy, juicily soaking it all in in there. And a new green male to pair her with, I think, mmrm. I wonder if he’ll be able to perform, nnf. Maybe I’ll have to let him suck me off while he mounts her, to help him out,” she groaned. Already talking about future plans, even as he struggled to remain awake in the messy churn of hot, soaking seminal fluids!
 
 
She stroked and rubbed the squirming bulge in her cock, while he struggled against that as well. Each stroke wore him down, and built her up, the behir trembling with anticipation as the squirming bulge wriggled more and more weakly beneath the steady masterbating of her paw. “Nnn, I’ve got my own sexual hangups, huff. I can’t cum except with conquered dragons these days. So, nnf, if you could be a dear and give up, so I can finish…” she groaned throatily, head tilting back. “Oof, huff. NOW you start struggling, nnf, that’s okay, we can, nnf, play that game. But my dick’s gonna win, delicacy,” she panted.
 
 
The bulge in her flesh shifted, pressed out, distending the flesh; she tensed herself, squeezed down, and gave a firm grope with her paw over the worst-offending regions. “A..aah..” the behir moaned. There was another squirm, weaker this time. “Nnn… what’s the matter, cock-stuffer? Feeling tired? Dizzy?” she moaned. “No scaly bitch has ever slid out of me before I wanted them too, nngh, you’re as good as mine…” Messy gurgles of preseed, flecked with green scales, oozed heavily from her stuffed shaft; Greenwing was ‘under water’ more often than not now. His pawing was weaker, limper, his vision dark around the edges as he choked on gallons of musky fluids.
 
 
A few moments later the squirming stopped, and with a relieved sigh, the behir emptied her nuts all over Greenwing’s new lair. Thick, heavy gushes forced past the ‘plug dragon’ in that enormous cock, but they didn’t come alone. Green scales by the dozen ejaculated out of her, splashing in white puddles and sticking to everything as her body stripped him naked. All the better to soak her essence into him, change him while he slept. Even when drained, that organ pulsed around its new pet, soaking Greenwing and massaging his unconscious, scale-nude body with herm behir lust, infecting his dreams with her intentions.
 
 
Some of her pets might have to wait a bit on her next visit. That’s all right, it always just made them beg harder when they did see her.