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Unexpected Developments - Part 3 (Commission for FireDrago)
🕑 Added 2020-07-22 12:57:34 +0000 UTCIn any other context, Volt might have stopped the argument long before it had the chance to grow to the state that it was at, but given that he felt at least partially responsible for what was going on, he couldn’t bring himself to get a word in.
Spyra and Cynder had been arguing for hours at that point, occasionally breaking off from their confrontation to pace around the house, attempting to gather their thoughts and cool down… only for their temper to rise as quickly as the temperature in the house did whenever fire was thrown around, forcing Volt to get up and physically separate the two, at least for another fifteen minutes. There wasn’t much more he could do, seeing as they all knew he’d have to get involved in the actual arguing at some point, and thus the dragon was just trying to stave off the inevitable.
The two dragonesses, contrary to what one might expect, weren’t fighting for dominance in regards to their own size, but rather who would “get” the dragon sitting sheepishly in the living room. They both seemed to have forgotten who was nominally in charge of the household, or at least who was meant to be the one in charge, because he had become nothing if not an object for them to try and steal from one another. It was becoming genuinely distressing with how angry and vitriolic they were getting, until eventually Volt had to step in and do something about it, lest the both of them end up destroying the wallpaper with how much they were using it for stress relief.
Sadly, neither Cynder nor Spyra were at all interested in having a reasonable, rational discussion on the merits of an open relationship, and in fact glared at him so hard that Volt feared for his life the moment he dared to bring that topic up. Unfortunately, he couldn’t really see another way out of there that didn’t involve seriously hurting either one or all of them; picking one of the dragonesses over the other meant breaking one heart, while refusing to get together with anyone at all would leave everyone miserable. Volt didn’t exactly like being pushed into a “lesser of two evils” situation, but now that he was there, he had to find a way out as quickly as he could.
Dinnertime was approaching and they all knew the table would be left empty, Spyra grabbing something from the fridge to eat in the office while Cynder heated up some leftovers and decided to use the living room. Both of them were making such a mess of the whole place that Volt was honestly confused as to why they didn’t just shrink themselves even more than they had; hell, Cynder decided to make herself even bigger than usual just to make a point, and the dragon was left wondering if the whole thing wasn’t really a growth-measuring contest in disguise, with himself being a convenient excuse for the two giantesses to face off against one another.
Cynder, meanwhile, was sitting in a corner and using her lap-covering breasts as a table of sorts, her scales durable enough that the hot plate didn’t really bother her too much. Her scowl was so heavy-set that it was practically a permanent fixture on her face, even though Volt’s joke about it being “stuck” that way wasn’t that well-received; humour in general was not welcome in the house that day, something he was incredibly irritated by. Both of the dragonesses seemed intent on making a bad situation worse by way of simply refusing to lighten the mood, and as much as he tried to divert their attention away from himself, he hadn’t had any luck.
Thus, a change of pace was needed.
He approached Cynder, careful enough not to disturb her by taking too many steps at once. A slow process, and one that almost failed multiple times, but he eventually managed to scooch up against her, feeling incredibly tiny compared to just one of her legs. The dragoness, meanwhile, had finished up her meal and resolved to have some fun for herself, unceremoniously grabbing the dragon with a single hand and stuffing him underneath her bust; Volt had been turned into a teddy bear-slash-stress relief toy and there wasn’t a lot he could do about it… just stay there and hope she didn’t squeeze too hard, even while Cynder’s eyes were fixed forward and her attention was going anywhere but towards the male she had conveniently stashed away underneath her bosom.
Thinking that there wouldn’t be a better opportunity than the one that just presented itself, Volt asked how Cynder was feeling, receiving nothing but a scoff and a sigh in return. Never having been good at words, he blurted out the first thing he thought of: loudly wondering what the dragoness even saw in him.
It was a dumb question, because he could see what the answer was. After Spyra and then Cynder decided to have a go at him with such immense sizes, he had grown quite a bit compared to his usual size; while the dragon’s cock remained unchanged, his balls certainly didn’t, having become large enough that he had some difficulty moving around without a lot of unnecessary dragging and heaving. It didn’t bother him too much, there was enough strength left in him to be able to move around; but the simple act of going up and down stairs, or fitting anywhere tighter than a door frame, had become such a complicated mess of fluid engineering and spatial awareness that he was starting to regret having gone as wild as he had.
But that wasn’t the main point; surely there was more to Cynder’s attraction to him than the carnal aspect of their relationship, or else the arguments with Spyra wouldn’t have gotten as heated as they had. The dragoness took a while to think up an adequate answer, and when she spoke up again her tone was not one filled with irritation and on the verge of exploding, but instead carried a hint of defeat and resignation, very much unlike the giantess’ usual demeanour.
“Back when I was still… you know…” her voice trailed off, the dragoness still unable to speak about her previous ‘employment’, as she put it, without wanting to change the subject, “I was used to being seen as the… the bad guy, you know? That was who I was, who I was meant to be, and that was fine. Even after I was freed from it all, I still had to fight with people just for them to accept that maybe I wasn’t such a dick after all. But not you” - she looked down, only to realize they couldn’t actually see Volt, hastily squishing him onto the top of her bosom, what with her breasts being large enough to keep the dragon safely stored away between them - “of everyone I knew, you were one of the few people that actually gave a damn. Who actually thought that maybe I was worth your time and not just another asshole to be given basic courtesy and then told to be on their way.”
Those were a lot more words than he normally got out of her. For a second, Volt thought that Cynder might start crying, a hint of panic rising up inside of him when he remembered he was terrible at dealing with emotionally heavy situations. Thankfully, she bit back whatever tears there were welling up, carrying on like she hadn’t almost begun bawling her eyes out.
“And I have to thank you for that, you know? You gave me the time of day and tried to tell people I should be given a second chance. I’m not gonna say it’s been all peaches and roses, but it’s a lot better than it would’ve been if you hadn’t gone out of your way to get others to believe they could trust me. It’s hard, it really is, and some days I still feel like shit and don’t want to get up from bed, but… I have you, Volt. And I can’t just ignore that.”
She smiled. A lot more words were behind that simple gesture, but none needed to be said as far as Volt cared; all that was needed was an embrace and some warm silence, whereby the two of them could enjoy one another’s company. It was a reassurance that, whatever came to pass, they would never part ways, even if Volt decided to pick Spyra over her… which was a whole other problem in and of itself.
Disentangling himself from the giant dragoness was difficult, especially since she knew what he was about to do, but Cynder did eventually relinquish her grip and allow the dragon to slip onto the ground, right after he promised to be back. Volt would find Spyra in their shared office, still poking at her plate, the collar shining brightly as her mind idly attempted to break through the barriers imposed by it. Even in her diminished state she was still far larger than normal, though not quite as big as her main rival was; enough for her enormous rear to spill out of her chair, at least, after having irreparably bent the arm rests out of shape.
Once again, Volt had to be extremely careful when tip-toeing next to the dragoness, though this one didn’t bother to grab him. No, all Spyra needed to do was spin the chair around, the poor mechanisms groaning loudly when they had to deal with all of that weight shifting around, for the dragon to know that he was supposed to sit on that soft lap of hers. He wasn’t going to complain; after her transformation, Spyra’s scales had become so impossibly soft that not taking advantage of it felt like a waste of a perfectly good opportunity, and so the two had a repeat of many a sleepless nights where they’d just… appreciate one another’s presence. It was at that point that Volt understood that picking one dragoness over the other would be a disservice to everyone involved; to deny them the opportunity to feel so comfortable and loved was downright unthinkable.
It was getting to a resolution that was proving to be difficult.
“You know exactly what it is,” Spyra replied after the dragon asked her the same question he did of Cynder, “we’ve been together for how long now? Ten years, twelve? You were around the whole time, ready to help if I needed you to, always there and never once complaining about it. You could’ve left so many times, could have just… I dunno, decided that I wasn’t worth your time or that I got into too much trouble or a whole bunch of stuff, but you didn’t. You stuck there by my side, whether or not you ended up caught in the crossfire… even when you got caught in it more often than not.”
Spyra sighed, probably recalling the many instances where she feared Volt would abandon her after their latest dip into danger.
“It wasn’t easy seeing you have eyes for Cynder alone,” she carried on, running off a notion that Volt was relieved he didn’t have to disabuse her of, “and it wasn’t easy knowing that it was because I was a beanpole compared to her. But even with her around, you never left me. Hell, you went out of your way to find us this house just so we could settle down and I didn’t have to constantly be running around between friends’ places hoping they’d have a room or a couch for me to crash on. I can still go on adventures because of you, Volt; the whole mountain thing is proof positive of that.”
Another smile, another warm, comfortable period of silence in which no words were traded.
“I owe you so much that I can’t even begin to list it all. Of course I like you, Volt, of course I want to fight to keep you around. I honestly couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to live without you in my life. It’d be the most boring thing ever!”
One of the greatest compliments she could’ve paid him, and a sign that he could try and move their conflict past its current point and towards a resolution. Still took a bit before he convinced Spyra to follow him back into the living room, but Volt would come back into Cynder’s field of view wearing a stupidly wide grin and dragging a very embarrassed-looking Spyra with him by the hand.
Before the other dragoness could complain about anything, Volt spoke up, making sure to be loud enough to overcome Cynder’s protestations when she still insisted on trying to interrupt him. He went on a long, rambling speech about how important the both of them were to him, how he understood why they liked him and wanted him around, and, most importantly, how he couldn’t bear to have either of them go away and not be a part of his life anymore. He made sure to let them know he was incredibly disappointed in their inability to act their own age, to say nothing of the damage done to the wallpaper, and once he was more than certain that he had broken their spirit just enough that he could put a bandaid on it, that’s when he moved in for the kill.
Truth be told, Volt was utterly terrible at any kind of “wishy-washy” stuff like that, even if he knew how to press people’s buttons hard enough to get a reaction. Most of his expertise was firmly in the realm of carnal delights, and he knew that if there was anything he could use to bring those two dragonesses together, it was their mutual love for him, in all of its forms. To that end, he craned his neck to give Spyra a kiss on the lips, before stepping aside and doing the same to Cynder, having to climb onto her pudgy belly and brave her breasts just to get to her head. Once both of the giantesses were suitably blushing and somewhat primed for more, Volt ordered them both into their room.
He was going to “fix” everything.
Knowing what was to happen, both dragonesses scrambled to be the first one over, with the dragon needing to tell Cynder to wait until the corridor was empty before following Spyra to their destination; the last thing they needed was for the both of them to get stuck somewhere where they might bring down some walls, because he was not going to pay for repairs on that scale. Though clearly annoyed, the dragoness saw some sense in his words, and thus waited patiently for the sounds of their massive bed complaining about Spyra’s weight being thrown on it before making the trip over there herself. Volt, meanwhile, was openly licking his lips at the prospect of getting to play around with the both of them like that; things had gone a lot better than expected!
In the bedroom, he was the king, and as such, he retained the right to be the one meant to be pampered and tended to in whatever way he felt like. It was easier said than done, considering who exactly it was he had on top of him, but seeing as he finally had a reason to let his shaft loose and then grow it out to its “full” size, what would have been a hard task of wrangling two giantesses turned into something as simple as letting that colossal member twitch a couple of times, leading to both Cynder and Spyra’s eyes glazing over when staring at it.
All Volt had to do was snap his fingers and point at his cock, and both dragonesses knew exactly what they had to do. Even with that manhood being as massive as it was, it still wasn’t big enough for the two of them to service at the same time, thus making it a sharing exercise… at least in the dragon’s mind. He might be terrible with emotional discussions, but when it came to teaching cooperation through the wonderful power of fucking someone senseless, there were very few people in the world better at it than he was. The dragon watched with a smile as his two lovers flipped a coin to see who would go first, with Cynder fist-pumping victoriously after it landed tails; of course, Spyra wasn’t going to sit there and do nothing, and before Volt could feel the bigger of the two wrap her tits around his cock, he had his face completely buried by the “smaller” one’s bosom, right before it was dragged off and Spyra gave him a huge, sloppy kiss.
It was delivered so enthusiastically, and with so much tongue in there as well, that anyone looking in from the outside would see Volt’s throat start to bulge out and wriggle about, with the dragon himself gagging and gasping for breath after feeling his lover rearrange the inside of his mouth like it was absolutely nothing. It made for a wonderful distraction from what he was feeling on the other side of his body, what with Cynder’s gigantic tits pressing heavily against his rod and giving it… well, the objectively third best boobjob he had ever received, right after the mountain-bursting one with Spyra and the other dragoness’ own experiments with macro-level growth. That said, it was still beyond his ability to express just how amazing it felt; even more so when Cynder decided that her mouth needed something to do as well, and with Volt’s tip right there and already bubbling with pre, well, it was easy to do the math.
The dragon, meanwhile, was having a hard time not making himself even larger than he already was; the ceiling was becoming cramped, what with Cynder and Volt’s shaft being tall enough to scrape it, but there was always that one nagging voice inside of his head that refused to let go of him. It would encourage the dragon to grow even more, to test his limits, to ignore the consequences and let himself loose. Didn’t really matter to that voice that doing so would destroy their home, all it wanted was to see the pair of dragonesses reach heights that could only ever be dreamed about before, while he alone reaped the benefits of having both of them be so infatuated with him that they’d do just about anything to satisfy him.
That wouldn’t be possible, though; not only did he not have the money to buy a new house, but the three of them already got into enough trouble as it was; the last thing they needed was to destroy the whole town after coming so close to doing so with Cynder. So, with some effort, Volt kept his enthusiasm in check… even if each of the two giantesses’ actions made it oh-so-difficult to do so. Barely took two minutes before the larger of the pair was using gravity to its fullest extent, pushing herself up before crashing down into the bed and seriously straining the springs’ ability to keep up against such an onslaught. Her hands, as well, made sure to squish her immense mammaries against Volt’s shaft until he felt like he was being held in a vice, unable to even grow it at all from how pressured it was being from all sides. All the while her own tongue was finding a much better place to wriggle into than the dragon’s mouth, leaving Volt unable to really do much of anything when he felt the flow of cum be blocked off by the dragoness’ wandering, surprisingly-long muscle, finding its way into and down his cock before relinquishing its hold and allowing dozens of gallons of the smaller one’s seed directly into her throat. How exactly she managed to do this while maintaining the titfuck was really anyone’s guess, but Volt could only imagine that some dark magic was involved in it. Probably.
With Spyra firmly stuck on top of him, she had somehow found enough room to completely cover his torso with her own breasts, making sure not to give him a single second to breathe as she practically violated his face with how eager and enthusiastic her kissing was. Unbelievably, it felt even lewder than whatever Cynder was doing; getting a boobjob of that caliber would be easy, but a kiss involving that much saliva and going that far down his own throat wasn’t something he got to experience every day, succeeding in breaking through the dragon’s mental defences and making him whimper and whine like a needy little slut.
For about five minutes. Then he remembered who exactly was meant to be in charge in there.
Unable to really move underneath so much dragoness stuck on top of him, it fell to his voice to do something about it, and while he was happily ignored the first dozen or so times he tried to put an end to it all, he would finally get what he wanted... after Cynder flopped backwards, her stomach so full and bloated with Volt’s cum that the ensuing crash attracted Spyra’s attraction, who took the opportunity to playfully jab at the other giantess for how fat she was looking, a comment paid back in kind once Cynder “reminded” her rival of what was stuffing her so hard.
Sensing another period of hostility coming around, Volt cleared his throat, simultaneously feeling a whole bunch of Spyra’s own juices flowing down it, before loudly declaring that the “real fun” was about to begin. Without wasting time, he rolled off the bed, being very careful not to slap any of the two dragonesses with his rod, before ordering the smaller one to lie back on it and spread her legs. The command was crude and the intended result even more so, but Spyra wasn’t about to let such a magnificent opportunity to get rammed silly slip between her fingers, and so the springs groaned louder than ever when she readjusted her position to give Volt easy access to her already-sopping-wet slit.
The dragon’s nose was overwhelmed by the scent, exuding need from every pore, and barely resisted the urge to shove all of himself into her without any kind of warning. In fact, he probably would’ve done it even if his senses weren’t being overwhelmed by desire, but such a special occasion needed a special treatment, needed him to take his time.
Of course, for Volt, this merely meant waiting about ten seconds before hilting at about two-thirds his regular speed, but really, it was the thought that counted.
With both of his his arms wrapped over the top of Spyra’s legs and his own feet planted firmly on the edge of the bed, the dragon had all the leverage he needed to begin frantically thrusting into the dragoness’ warm body, leaving her to moan and cry out with nothing to fill her mouth with. Cynder briefly considered taking that free spot with her own nethers, but resolved not to, finding the other dragoness’ lustful cries to be far more entertaining and alluring than any tongue ride would ever be. In her spot, taking up most of one of the walls, the larger of the pair pleasured herself with as much gusto as Volt was doing it to Spyra, staining the ground just as hard as well; with the dragon being in full flow, the giantess on the bed was already seeing her own belly bloat outwards far faster than it ever had, and before long was loudly begging for her lover to slow down, lest she burst from the pressure.
This only really made Volt go even faster, as while he had no intention of causing physical injury to Spyra, he knew her body could take it, and if it couldn’t… well, the collar wasn’t really necessary, now was it? The fact that she could fit in the bedroom at all was disgraceful in and of itself, and all it took was that short time being tended to by those two beauties for any concern the dragon had about consequences to fade into the wind.
Wet thwapping was all that mattered, the constant battering of his balls hitting Spyra’s legs and the base of his cock slamming into her slit, all the while its tip continued to pierce through her cervix and paint her insides so white that most of the cum pouring out of him backblasted out from sheer pressure, oozing onto the ground in thick ropes that within minutes were already flooding into the adjacent corridor. The dragoness was limp on the bed and unable to do much of anything beyond beg for it to stop, which it only did when her belly was so pumped full of Volt’s seed that it looked as if she was heavily gravid with a whole litter and her pregnancy had been going for three months longer than it should. Hell, just removing his cock from inside of Spyra had the dragon’s groin be showered by his own fluids, and as much as he wanted to do the same to Cynder, it was pretty obvious that the bed would be completely unusable until Spyra emptied out in some way or another.
This didn’t mean he couldn’t have his fun with his other lover, however. No, the other dragoness was still so incredibly needy that Volt could smell it, and if it weren’t for a lack of space, he’d be inside of her faster than even she could react. But, as he thought before, today was a special day, and thus she needed something out of the ordinary. Having already serviced her in all the other ways possible, it was time to give her the one kind of prize that had been withheld up until then. All Volt did was raise his index finger and move it around in a circle in midair, and Cynder was up on her feet and presenting her rotund rear to her, eager to feel that colossal dragon cock plowing her the way it was supposed to. As for the dragon, the sight of those immense, couch-sized cheeks was enough to make the red on his face even stronger than it was already, so much so that the urge to give one of those things a slap was irresistible; the sight of them wobbling and swaying, ripples of fat coursing through the smooth scales, was enough to get him to grow out an extra foot of his manhood, which he was savvy enough to point down knowing that he would lose control like that.
As expected, he gave Cynder much of what he’d shown Spyra earlier, with the biggest difference being that with the larger dragoness he could afford to quite literally sink into the vast crevice between the two mounds he was sinking his hands into, until eventually the sheer suction of it was enough to keep him firmly locked in place, even against his will! The more he thrust (and he did so with renewed enthusiasm every second), the more he locked himself in an embrace that could never be broken, until only his hands and head were visible outside of Cynder’s body; if not for the dragoness having her tailhole split in half from the girth being pumped into it, she would’ve sat back down and wrested control of the situation away from Volt. As she was, though, there would be no doing anything but screaming and begging for more, just like Spyra had done before.
The whole room smelled of milk and cum, to the point where anyone that wasn’t already lost in the same kind of lust-crazed state that befell all three draconids would most likely have to leave or have their senses overload. It’d be impossible for anyone but them to even exist in there… which is exactly why she was content watching them from a distance.
Ember chuckled to herself as she watched the three of them descend into such debased, carnal debauchery. She had expected such a thing from Spyra and Cynder, sure, but to see Volt succumb to the same kind of depravities was honestly quite disappointing. She had believed him to be above such pathetic desires, to have more… refined tastes. But she saw she was wrong, and for once in her life, the dragoness was quite glad about that.
For so long, she had tried to catch the dragon’s eye, only to be met with, at best, apathy, and at worst, outright disdain. Maybe it was her insistence, maybe it was the fact that her body was flatter than a wooden board; whatever the case, she couldn’t work on her personality, but her lack of curves could absolutely be worked around.
That’s why she had that potion made, after all.
Ember had hoped that maybe she wouldn’t have to resort to something like it. That, in the end, good sense would prevail and Volt would see how much better a match she was compared to… well, those two. But she saw, in her scrying orb, how wrong she was about that assumption. Unfortunately for her plans, the dragon turned out to be just as much a slave to his base predations as everyone else, and had lost himself in a sea of indecency and inferior lovers.
But that was soon to change. Now that she knew what it was that Volt liked, it was easy enough to guzzle down the foul-drinking concoction and give it enough of a magical boost that it kicked into action immediately. Wasn’t exactly the best of solutions, but if all the dragon wanted was a pair of milky tits and an ass wide enough to demolish castle gateways, then he was more than welcome to them. After all, she could easily beat both of those amateurs at their own game.
So why not do just that?
