THIS IS A SEQUEL YOU CAN FIND PART ONE HERE https://aryion.com/g4/view/433379


For those confused, this happens in present day, but in a very isolated area. Magic and technology work in tandem (Alora just doesn't use technology all to much.)
Warning this contains Vore, Unbirth, Unwilling, Sexual themes, deaths of multiple wyverns, Age regression, Pregnancy, Mental regression, Forced Crossdressing and implied M-F.
This is a fun request I did for my friend https://aryion.com/g4/user/MomijiTheDeer
So if you like this, go and commission him! Seriously I have, plenty of times, and he's an awesome person to work with.

There are 2 different versions of this that i made so if you don't like unbirth and would prefer Cock-Vore click the link i'll put below.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21375078/

Ashen skies part 2

A blizzard blasted the citadel of Wintersdoom to its foundation. The swirling, howling, torrents of sleet and cold brought with it an almost primal fear, and produced A true testament to the frozen continent's true deadliness. A man's blood ran cold and froze in perhaps only twenty minutes. Yet this blizzard didn't come from the snow-blighted mesa, Alora Snowblind was furious.

“What do you mean he's gone!?” she roared. The dragoness was already unhappy about being summoned only an hour after she had sent the deer, a purse jingling with coin enough to buy his way out of any problems he might have had, on his way. Now she had been told that that same Momiji was somewhere outside the citadel in the middle of a natural blizzard. She was hot, she was flustered, and she knew damn well, that with his friend going missing in this weather, she'd never persuade Sheltem back to their bed.
Ice flared from her kobold jaw constantly, her magic unleashing a blizzard in her own room.
The guards teeth chattered as he hastily responded, “I-i'm not the one who let him leave the citadel, lady Alora. Please calm down!”
An inch from his face, her cold breath forming ice on his blue beard, the dragon looked straight into his eyes “Who... Did...?”
“We don't know yet my lady, we're checking the camera recordings as we speak.” he responded terrified.
She felt a soft furred paw tug on her arm.
“That's enough Alora.” Sheltem said firmly.
“I'm just as scared for him as you are, but that doesn't mean you should eat the messenger.”
Alora's grip tightened shattering the seal on the Dwarven guard's admiral blue smock. The dragon's grip went limp as she took a deep exasperated breath.
The air shimmered one final time as all of the snow and ice simply fell to the ground, with a thousand small shattering sounds.
Sheltem cringed at the thought of cleaning this all up. The books were magically preserved, but the floor wasn't. Vaulted forges underneath their home made tampering with the former ruin's ancient sigils a risky endeavor .
Alora grumbled to herself as she shooed the frightened dwarf away. “Come on Shelt, we have a fawn to find.” Sheltem looked worriedly outside the braced windows, out into the deadly winter's grasp. And whispered to himself “If he's still alive.”

Momiji was not having the best of days.
The fawn looked down at his black and white maid's outfit. It was the clothing the looming dragon Corlagon required him to wear; and because of this, it was now caked with things he'd rather not recall.
He looked around as he swept. The cavern was enormous, easily as large as a quarter of the entire Dwarven capital. Just... not as well maintained. He swatted a beetle as it slowly crawled out of what appeared to be a pile of fetid mammalian flesh. Holding his nose, he slid it into the growing pile of refuse. Glancing to the left he saw the entryway, the blizzard being held back by some invisible barrier. To the right lay what appeared to be a pen, where the leviathan sized creature held a small stable full of feral sheep. He caught the dragon peering at him, and so started to clean again in haste.
“You are quite the worker aren't you?” The dragon chuckled.
“I see you slowing down fawn, it would not do to have you push yourself to hard. Don't worry these tasks will last until tomorrow.” The dragon pointed to a nook in the side of the cavern “sleep” he commanded. Momiji looked at the pool of rot and quickly tried to finish pushing it towards the refuse put before he stopped. Seeing the deer's revulsion the dragon cackled to himself.“Worry not your mind; the tasks will seem as nothing after a few decades.”
Momiji cleaned and swept wondering if he'd ever be able to stop when he tripped over a large thing seemingly different to the refuse. Cursing silently at his stubbed toe he reached down and stopped. He'd uncovered a large tome covered in grime.
Corlagon snorted “That is a remedial tome of magic”
“You may read as it suits you tonight, and again tomorrow, provided you finish this quarter of my lair. Inside that tome are the basic fundamentals of magic, if you should decide it could be within your mortal understanding, you could even learn something here.”
“Who knows, after a decade you may even be able to leave this cave without freezing to death.” the dragon said with a toothy grin.
Momiji knew the look the dragon was giving him. It was one that predators always gave to their prey. A truthful enough promise he supposed, but one he'd never live to collect on. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his head, he lifted up the book and put it on a small table in the corner nook the dragon had made for him. As he placed the book down he couldn't stop himself from taking a whiff of the bed he was supposed to sleep in. It smelled of at least 4 different creatures. He looked up as Corlagon's eyes slipped closed, his sleeping breath bringing with it the nauseating smell of both blood and fresh meat. Momiji gulped as he disrobed, then slunk into the fluffy bed. One didn't have to think hard about what had happened to them.


The wind was chill to his fur as the Mimiga scanned the blizzard desperately. Alora Snowblind flapped her wings in graceful repetition, the gale winds seeming to halt as she flew by. Snowblind had been a name her mother had given her, a joke on the way no the aura that snow dragons created around them pushing the snow a hundred meters away in a sphere around them. Snow dragon could never be blinded by the falling snow, but they could lose sight of others in it.
She was headed straight to the caves on the eastern slope of the valley. If the fawn was alive and gotten lost, he'd have found shelter there as it was the only visible sight in the wasteland. If he hadn't gotten there, whether by cold or claw, he'd be dead.

She cringed at the thought of where she was headed, near the caves at the base of the cliff lay wyvern's nests by the score, as well as a cocky suitor she'd rather forget about. “Coralghast?” she asked herself? “Eh, close enough.”


Momiji awoke to a a great roar. Startled, and in a panic, the skittish deer fell out of his bed with a *thud*. The days events returned to his mind again and he remained, antlers down, on the ground. “oh right, the dragon” he muttered to himself wiping the sleep from his eyes. Getting up one of his antlers wobbled and smacked his ear. Silently crying to himself, wondering how the day could get any worse, he reached up and confirmed his suspicions of somehow managing to break an antler on the granite floor. Seeing the silver lining, he silently thanked his mother in his mind for reminding him to clean the velvet off of them this season.
Momiji took stock of his surroundings, he saw Corlagon move towards the entryway.
“I'll be back shortly” he said annoyed.

“Blasted, Freaking, ARGHHHH” Alora swatted the pests off her body, the fledgling no armed dragonkin were annoying, but rarely dangerous to anything of her size. Sheltem wasn't her size. Alora swatted another one from in front of her as two more tried prying her grip off the small delicacy. She was so focused on keeping them from grabbing her husband from her grip, she couldn't get a spell off to kill them. She felt something tickle the back of her neck. Her heart nearly stopped as she flipped over so her chest taking the brunt of a circle of fire. The smell of burned wyvern crossed into her nose. “Even dead they're annoying!” her mind screamed.
Sheltem called out woozily “I'm ok!”
Above her a voiced called down, “So, Alora has it come to pass you can't even handle a few meaningless gnats? If you're this weak what makes you think I'll take you back?”
“Drunk on power as always I see Coralgast,” she said rolling her eyes at the enormous dragon.
“Look, I'm not back to do anything, a deer and a dwarf got lost and we're looking for them.” she stated with an annoyed gust of frost.
Alora recognized the look of memory pass by the younger dragon. “I saw such a pair, they were dying, you're pact was void, and open for any to take up it's yoke. I took the deer, and ate the dwarf as was my right”
“What? Why would you think?” she asks confused. Inwardly she cursed at letting such a promising forge-smith perish, but at least Sheltem's friend was still alive. She sighs, “Look moron they aren't a servant, and I'm here to collect them. I'm willing to pay the blood price for him, if I can retrieve him in a LIVING state.
Corlagon looked startled, A “blood price” was the value of a creature's life to another predator not to eat, it was up to the owner to choose the bribe and she'd offered to pay without haggling out the details.
A thousand thoughts zinged through the ashen dragon's mind. “Gold, power, magic... no.” he grinned to himself as he turned his full attention back to the the dragoness who had rejected him so long ago. “I want to make you a mother, while your husband watches.”
Disgust crossed Alora's face, how dare he ask for such a thing, she bristled to retort him overstepping his bounds, when she felt Sheltem tug on her claws.
“Let him have it, it's not like we don't have the means to make his wish come horrifically true. He said with heavy emphasis.
“I'm willing to do so, provided we can see that the deer is capable of being returned to us.” she said playing at a defeated tone of voice.
Corlagon seemed not to notice the change. “Of course, mother to be, he is up here in the roost we will be sharing during our clutch's incubation.” he said in a tone of victory.

Momiji sat reading the book trying desperately to get back to sleep when he heard the dragon return. “My dear, the deer is indeed safe and sound.” he heard the dragon say brimming with smugness. “Boy!” it shouted, “come here”
Groaning to himself Momiji got up, put on his dress, and walked out into the main chamber of the cave.
His heart skipped a beat as he saw the relatively small, yet still enormous, size of Alora. “Sheltem!” he yelled, never before had he been so glad to see the over-exuberant fluffball next to her.
“The fawn yet lives, now, lest you wish me to kill him...”
Sheltem pulls out a runed rod and drops it to Alora's feet without the ash-dragon noticing.
Rolling his eyes Sheltem saunters over to Momiji, who he proceeds to slug so hard the deer twitches and falls backwards, air blasted from his lungs. “That's for running away and scaring us half to death,” he screamed. Now, with a *much better* type of look, Sheltem reaches out a hand to the prone deer. With a sniffle, and wiping a tear from his left eye, the fawn took the hand and stood back up. A bright Mimiga voice says “Oh, get over here you goober,” and gives him a bear hug. With a concealed grin he whispers in his ear, “Just let Alora take care of the rest.”

He pulls up a moth-eaten chair for the deer facing away from the dragon, and says “Ok, if everyone's ready. Oh and Momiji?... you might want to lay down and cover your ears for a while.
“No... Just no... says Alora, the kid does not get to see this.” Alora says “Rest”, And Momiji falls into Sheltem's arms asleep.
With a soft *thud* Sheltem drops, then tucks, momiji into the warm bed, oblivious to everything around him.
“Well”, Sheltem thinks as he chuckles at the sheer stupidity of the dragon's request, “Time to watch the fireworks.”

Alora Snowblind slowly turned to the gargantuan dragon. With a wave of her hand, she is standing in her small kobold form and looking straight at him. Well? There's no way you could ever mate with me in that form.
He eyed her quizzically “very well” he said and stood next to her.
Alora nearly gagged from the smell of stale musk that came from the creature in front of her. “I'm not impressed” was the only thought that came to her mind as he reached forward to claim his prize.
Alora smiled and simply slapped him with a very special magic rod she'd been saving for a creature worthy of becoming her daughter.
Corlagon swatted the rod aside with narry a flick of his claws. Alora was sent sailing along with it and... stopped a foot from the ground in a state of perpetual flight. Corlagon, startled, looked around. His footsteps made no sound while his shadow stood still where he had once been. He went to touch Alora and was treated to an immobile figure of Alora forever stuck in this one single moment. The air around him turned blue, lightning cracked and spun the only sound in this frozen moment. Corlagon tried desperately to cast something, anything to return back to the world ruled by time. Fire roared ice struck and poison all, none even began to scratch whatever terrible spell he had fallen into. With no other ideas left he shouted “Dispel!” And with a loud *click*, his defensive spells fell away in the tempest of chaotic frozen energies. And with a “shwuk* he was gone.

Corlagon the Grey, Lord of Fire and strongest of all Ash-dragons, was forced into a ball hugging his feet as he tried to struggle. He felt around his prison a stomach? No it couldn't be... wait he'd smelled this before, he was in... His mind went spinning back to the way he'd made the request and knew he'd been had. “No matter” he thought, he'd killed many predators who had tried to eat him over the century he'd been alive. He tilted a palm towards the beating wall and summoned up the fiery magic that was his birthright. He felt a cold touch rub his face from the outside. Sucking the heat from his magic.
“Oh, I don't think that will work, you and I are going to be together for quite some time, now be a good little girl and go to sleep, mother is very tired of your antics.”
He screamed as a small chord snaked its way out and through his immobile arms to embed into his naval.
“Oh don't be like that little one, you got your wish to make me a mother, and in return I'm getting a lovely little daughter for Sheltem and me to love and care for.”
He felt his fur start to soften and weaken as age seemed to wring, like water, from both his muscles and his mind. He had to get out, NOW. With a burst of power he struck the inside of his captor hoping to tear a hole to the outside. Once again, Alora put a hand to the spot of the assault and gently pushed his hand back in. He strained, putting all of his force behind this one final chance at freedom.

Alora chuckled and pushed his child-like arm back with a simple prod and chuckle. “Did you forget Coralgast? I'm over three hundred years old. I may look small, but that's because I'm a runt. I turned you down, not because you weren't strong, but because you wanted a mating based on strength and magic and I FAR outstrip you on both counts.”
“I am Alora Snowblind, and I have an eternity to spend caring for my home and children, so don't worry, mother will always be here to protect you.”
Corlagon looked around panicked, he found his vision slipping, his articulate voice was turning higher and higher as his muscle shrunk and the womb reverberated with the heartbeat of its new resident.
“Help! Anyone! Please!” he screamed pleadingly.
Time passed as he shrank, and shrank, and shrank.
“Alora is being a meanie!”He heard himself say. “No, no! I'm Corlagon the fiwey I cantent be... so... sleepy...”
words slowly changed to shapes, then to colors, bright and shining, the tiny understanding of the baby wolf's mind seemed to ebb into a simple beat of his mother's heart. Sucking his embryonic thumb the creature once known as Corlagon receded into near nothingness.
Alora looked on in maternal satisfaction as the dragon receded down to a simple single celled egg, for which her body was now converting into one of her own.
“Well love,” Alora said gripping Sheltem by the chin. “I think you owe me...”, she brought one of his paws to her womb, “us... something.” “And this time, nothing you say is going to stop me from adding your genes to my little one.” she said with an enormous, predatory, toothy smile.

Momiji awoke to the vaulted bedroom he'd been sleeping in. A week had gone by since he'd tried to have an adventure and managed to nearly get himself killed several times over. He sneezed as a small blue crystal tickled his nose. He looked up to see the dim blue hue of ice playing in small circles around the room, a dazzling sight to behold as they chimed in a light melodic harmony. He had seen this happen a few times before, but only when Alora was in a wonderful mood. He raised his head up and found it was Sheltem who had woken him. The Mimiga was whistling to himself as he mopped up water from the floor, likely from the prank he'd tried to play on Sheltem. He cringed to himself as he saw Sheltem pulling a dead sunfish towards the refuse tube, and silently reminded himself to never use the magic rods without supervision.
“Oh, you're awake!” Sheltem said as he kicked the 30 pound fish poisonous fish down the chute.
“If you wanted to play some games we can. Alora's still asleep.”
Momiji looked up at the ceiling as he silently went over the possibilities for mischief in his mind.
“How about we go to the Keltore embassy?” He asked innocently. “I heard they...”
Sheltem cut him off, there is no way in hell we're going to get into there. Especially with the warning signs the council put up about you getting one of their sons killed and “to never be trusted with so much as a rusty spoon”” he said making air quotes.
“Besides” said a voice from the northern part of the room. “I'm not going to let either of you out of my sight after your little escapade last week.”
Alora sauntered out towards her favorite reading chair and plopped down with a contented sigh. Alora was much happier these days than Momiji had ever seen her, and looking at her stomach he new why. The beginnings of a baby-bump could be seen even on her kobold form. Something about her child growing had made her much more cheerful, and much less pliable. He had little chance of causing mischief with Alora awake. Momiji tried desperately to think of someway to get her but every path was blocked by the same pregnant dragoness. Sighing defeated, he pulled up a set of chairs. Alora snorted at the technology before her but let the deer set up the computers in Sheltem's alcove.
“Shelt? You up for a game of Don't Starve Together?”
“Sure!” Came the bright reply. “First to die has to dress like a girl for the day though!”
Alora watched the two bicker and play as she sat reading a book about the leylines of magic in the time of her mother.
Alora looked up as her vision flickered with the color of ambient magic it brought an odd color to her eyes. “Purple?” She thought. She peered up and saw only Momiji and Sheltem. Sheltem's magic was a blistering white, so could the other... she shook her head.
“Not today deer” was her only reply as she flipped back to the map of Kalethisian forged pottery.

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