Twisted Tails

Written by RiftyAgon & Sithris

Rift © RiftyAgon

Sithris © Sithris

Contains: Feral, M/M, M/F, Oral, Anal, Gender Swap, Orientation Play, Relationship Building

Length: 2,331 Words

This is a direct sequel to "Nightmares & Fantasies"


"Oh my Ancestors!"

Dozens of heads turned to two dragoness' sitting at a cafe table, one shouting in absolute joy.

"Shh! Not so loud." A white dragoness blushed, trying to keep attention away from her companion and herself. An already difficult task when her scales were polished so brightly that she could blind people, and her friend being the former Terror of the Skies. "I can't let people know about this if I'm to be the Wind Guardian."

"Sorry Kara, I'm just so happy for you guys." Cynder leaned close, watching as all the bystanders finally returned to their activities. "I know you and Rift were childhood friends and a longtime couple, so hearing you two finally tied the knot, literally, I'm just so happy for you."

"It was a long time coming. I would've lifted my tail for him a decade ago if he'd asked." Kara thought back to her youth, the image of her husband flashing in her mind, back when the orange drake's silver chest was unharmed. Honestly, she liked his scar, proof of how determined he was to bring her back. "But that's only the first step. Don't forget I have two mates."

"That's right. Sithris is with you two now." The black female wasn't very familiar with the goggle-wearing drake. He was more comfortable staying home and tinkering instead of going out. "Have you done anything with him?"

"Not yet, but I imagine it'll be soon." The white dragoness grinned crookedly. "He hasn't acted yet, but I've seen where his eyes look. I have something special planned for him."

"And with Rift? Have they rolled in the hay yet?"

Kara snickered at Cynder's question, learning her friend wasn't one for being subtle.

"Rift is still learning to love Sith. When you've kept your heart locked on one dragon for twenty years, it's hard to welcome another into the relationship. Give them time, I'm sure their love will grow in more ways than one."


It was a lovely day outside. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and the crystal clear surface of the lake was sparkling. But none of that mattered to the denizens of the area; two dragons who were too busy bickering inside the hollowed out hillock by the lake.

"No, you'd definitely make a better girl!" Rift argued, pointing at the black scaled dragon before him. "You've got the slim, sleek body for it already!"

"Of course you'd say that," Sithris retorted, staring into the aqua eyes of his orange companion. "Though you seem to forget you're already the perfect height to fit right under me!"

Rift smirked, lifting a paw and sliding it under him towards the satchel around his underside. "I guess there is one way to resolve it…"

Sithris tilted his head, snorting dismissively. "And what would that be? A quiz?"

A whistle filled the air as the small vial was tossed from Rift's satchel, before it crashed and shattered against Sithris' chest. A subtle sweet smell filled the air, the black dragon's body obscured in a cloud of smoke.

Lifting his wings, Rift flapped them a few times to clear the smoke. The sight before him left his mouth agape.

Sithris stood there, even slimmer and sleeker than before. The subtle muscle had given way to smooth curves, legs and wings finely toned. His, nay, her eyes batted quickly to try and see in the smog, before landing on Rift. Silence hung in the air as the two stared at each other, before Sithris began inspecting herself. Rift watched on, his eyes tracing over every curve and detail.

"I have but two questions;" Sithris began, turning back to Rift and surprising herself with her new voice. "One, where in oblivion did you get that? Two, you have the antidote, right?"

Rift shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving his now female companion's body. "I am sworn to secrecy. And no, there is no antidote"

The black dragon sighed and padded over to her workstation, shaky on unfamiliar legs. She began busying herself searching through the scrolls and parchments. "No matter, I'm sure I can find a spell."

Rift however, was transfixed on the sightly black rump across the room. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he attempted to collect his thoughts.

"There... may be an… easy way to… fix it…" He stuttered, tearing his eyes away as Sithris turned around to glare at him.

"And that would be?" Sithris questioned, her tail swishing in agitation.

Looking at the ground, Rift swallowed hard. "Please, calm down. It won't be so bad once you get into it…"

Sithris shook his head in confusion. "'Calm down'? 'Get into it'? Get into what!?"

Rift sat down, his spaded tail wrapping around his legs as heat flushed through his cheeks.

"I um, well…" He whispered, hiding his eyes. "Could we… maybe…"

"Maybe what? Spit it out!"

Steeling himself, Rift swallowed and looked up. "Seeing you in that body, well… It's very attractive and I would very much like to enjoy it"

The air went silent as the two just stared at each other, Sithris' mouth agape. Minutes crawled before she coughed loudly. "So… What's in it for me?"

Rift's face heated up, wondering why his idea came so quickly. Finding no other solution, he stuttered. "Well… Um… I could let you… Do the same to me?"

Sithris blinked in surprise, walking over and inspecting her orange companion. She could hardly contain a smirk at the drake's shaft slowly peeking out of its slit.

"I suppose I could think of something, though I am a bit concerned about what Kara would do to me if she found out."

The orange drake's mind flashed back, thinking back to his first time with the dragoness. I know Sithy isn't picky, he'd just be happy to share some fun with one or both of his mates.

He pawed nervously at the ground. "She's actually the one who suggested it…"

The electric dragoness grinned softly, failing an attempt at a shocked expression. That sneaky 'ness. "Fine then…" She flopped onto her side, purposely teasing her mate with a clear shot of her underside. "Show me what you can do."

Rift looked around, shuffling his feet. He looked at the dragoness and lowered his head a bit. "I… Didn't think you'd say yes… How do I start this without making this awkward?"

Sithris groaned and facepawed. "You're the one that did this!" She looked around at her body. "You can't expect me to believe that you didn't plan furth-mmrf!"

The orange drake stuffed his maw against her, quickly pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. He knew she was startled by it, jumping up at the start. But he continued on, feeling relieved when she finally reciprocated.

Red tongue met silver, appendages curling together in a battle for control. Rift had a bit more experience, and the bulk. He managed to pin his mate's tongue down, pushing a little further in to the slim throat.

The male couldn't help but feel pride as the female's eyes rolled back, finding more confidence as his tail entwined with the slimmer one. His paws began shifting around, feeling the curves of the dragoness beneath him.

Sithris gasped when her maw was free, panting with need as she looked at the male in bliss. She smiled, her tail gripping his own tight. With a grunt, she pulled him down, her vent now directly in his face.

"Uh, woah…" Rift blinked as he stared at the practically drenched slit. It was puffy, slightly parted for easy access. At the very top, a tiny button of nerves sat, waiting for him.

"Is that seriously all you have to say?" Sithris enquired, quickly repositioning her goggles. "I think a more appropriate critique woul- Oh…. That's it."

Rift smirked slightly, a huff of heat directed at his partner plenty enough to send her trembling. He admired it more, bringing his nose closer to the soaked scales. A deep inhale, his mind swam in light-headed need.

Given the eagerness of the hen beneath, he skipped the slow drag of his tongue, choosing instead to plant the flat of his appendage against the bottom of the opening, before lapping up to the clit. The squeak he received was encouragement enough, repeating the movement as if he was grooming those quivering lips.

"Ancestors, that feels brilliant…" The black dragoness started rolling her hips, whimpering gently at the ache building between her legs. "Kara is training you well. I, ungh, look forward to the same…"

Rift paused for a quick second, a twinge of possessive jealousy being pushed away. We're all mates, there's nothing to worry about. He let the image form in his head, finding the thought arousing

Finding the nub of flesh, he put his focus on that, slathering it with his tongue. The yelp filling his ears egged him on, his lips wrapping around it gently. He made gentle pulling movements, giving it just a slight suction before it popped free of his maw.

Sithris' half-lidded eyes looked down at her mate, noting how more and more juices were leaking from her vent. The male's eyes locked to hers, and she couldn't hold back her moans as his maw locked around her vent, and that tongue wiggled inside.

Unlike his first time with Kara, the fire drake knew exactly what he was aiming for. Aiming up, he quickly found an out of place, spongy texture. His tongue flicked against it rapidly.

With a howl, the dragoness' hind paws locked around his head, squeezing tightly. Her juices overwhelmed his maw, spurting free in violent jets. He kept up his assault, bringing the other to a gasping mess.

Once she went limp, Rift brought himself back up, face to face with her. No words were spoken as she grabbed one of his horns and planted their maws together. She could barely taste his own maw over her juices.

Neither noticed as the slender female slightly thickened back to his normal body.

"Was that up to your sophisticated ta-" Rift blushed deeply, noting the body change of his mate. He looked down, eyes catching two silver shafts, vertically stacked, limply protruding from the freshly eaten slit.

Sithris looked at him inquisitively, following those blue eyes down to his returned spires. "Oh…" He sighed in disappointment, feeling the discomfort from the other.

This is wrong, he's male. But he's also my mate, regardless of what is down there. Gah, screw it.

His own proud member hadn't lost any ground during the momentary turn of events. It throbbed droplets of pre down onto the silver spires below, both a bit smaller than his sculpted breeding rod. He lowered himself, shivering as the three tools made contact.

"Rift…" His eyes met the hopeful eyes of his partner. "We don't have to keep going if you don't want to. I can understand the- mmrf!"

Once again, muzzles clashed, this time with hips rolling together. The orange male's spire consisted of a spaded tip with stacked ridges, and a thick knot at the base. It rubbed perfectly around the gentle side ridges of Sithris' more blunt tips.

They both moaned into each other's maws, lower bodies leaking so much that all shafts were well sickened. The slim black tail gently curled around the large member, easing it away from the silver duo, to something more plush and welcoming.

Rift paused, pulling back to see where he was aimed, looking back to his bashful and blushing mate. "A-are you sure? I don't want you feeling uncomfortable."

He only got a moan in response as Sithris' legs pushed the tip in. Gently, the fire drake eased further in, huffing at the tight muscles squeezing around him. His pent-up member pulsed, happily sickening up the tunnel with generous pre.

"Big, that's big." The black male groaned, feeling the knot of his mate against his tailhole. "I'm good now, please keep going."

With a nod, the fire drake slowly pulled out to the tip, before thrusting back in. He growled with a slight smirk, his partner mewing submissively. He thrusted again, and again, building a rhythm.

Hips rolled with the wet slaps of Rift's knot smacking Sithris' tailhole. Soft pants grew to deep moans. The ring of muscle was beginning to cave.

The sneaky black tail curled and angled upwards. It was risky, but the submitting male needed that growing bulb of flesh inside him. Collecting some leaking fluid, the tip nudged his way into the fire drake's silver star.

The noise Rift made was not one you'd expect from a male. It was more of a high pitched squeal as he sped up his thrusts. With a pop, the knot pushed in.

"Hnigh!" Sithris' could only flail in full satisfaction, feeling the full length of the other drake bulging his belly. His shafts throbbed, pleading and on edge. "Finish it!"

No words were spoken. What little movement was available was used pushing and pulling that thick knot without popping out. The black drake's shafts began firing, seed coating their bellies.

With a loud roar, Rift's hips pressed as far into that tailhole as possible. He pulled his mate's maw against his. The silver twins fired again, and the thick spire inside gushed its contents into the dark belly.

They made out as Sithris convulsed in bliss, with Rift gently laying on him. Once the intense orgasms wore off, they parted lips, gazing into each other's eyes. They shared mutual smiles.

"So…" Sithris giggled, returning his tail to his mate. "I guess that does make me the better female?"

"Eh, who cares?" Rift lowered his head to comfily lay it on the other male's neck. "At the end of the day, you are my Sithy."

"Heh, you win, I am your 'Sithy'." He chuckled, moving his front paws down to the plush rump of the orange drake. "But next time, this is mine. My Pest."


To be continued…