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It had been ages but the world around her tasted as sweet as she remembered, the flowers had begun to lose their luster and the trees had succumbed to the beginnings of autumn. The Capitol City of the Alliance, Stormwind, almost seemed impervious to the changes of the world. Busy bureaucrats and advisors shuffled to and from the archives and the King’s audience chambers. There was an endless stream of emergencies and thankfully an almost infinite supply of adventurers to conscript for them! 

It seemed as if the horrors of the past two years had already been forgotten, the Legion’s invasion of Azeroth having been beaten back. The legendary heroes Turalyon and Alleria had come back from fabled memory and into the world, standing tall and changed. Yet none of it seemed to matter, sure Argus was now in the hands of the groups of Draenei that had left Azeroth to rebuild their homeland, but the conflict between the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor was all that could be discussed. 

For Sherri who had been locked away, her body and mind frozen, the world had changed so much, yet at the same time felt so familiar. As she wandered the streets of Stormwind, her body decorated in treasures looted from various worlds, she felt out of touch in the time she stood. Yet when she saw children ran through the streets of Stormwind with boastful proclamations of their Hallow’s End costumes, she couldn’t help but notice that even though so many things had changed in her absence, there were still endless pockets that stayed the same. 

In the middle of her reminiscing a large shadow suddenly flew above, and slowly circled down towards her. Dragons were no longer as mythical as they had once been, for the most part they had abandoned their aloof nature and slowly began to comingle with the mortals they had once snubbed.

This particular large blue dragon had decided to land in front of Sherri in a cloud of smoke, his mortal form appearing as the puffery and bluster dissipated to reveal a tall man with a furrowed brow. A long navy blue robe of a magister covered his frame. The hem lined with a glittering silver from tip to collar, flowing around and lining the seam of his garment, the large wrist openings glittering with the magical essence woven into his fine cloth. “Sherri Mayim, wielder of Dragonwrath.” He said flatly, his eyes watching as Sherri clicked the mythical staff against the cobblestone beneath. His eyes darted back to her with focus and determination but quickly offered a forced smile. He was of the Blue Dragonflight, not particularly known for their charm. “It has been ages. You are required to attend a summit to help with the repopulation of the Blue Dragonflight.”

Sherri heaved a sigh. She hadn’t been awake for thirty minutes and already she was being roped in to adventuring. Sure she had eventually planned to lend a hand to help assist the latest crisis facing Azeroth, in exchange for coin of course, but she also wanted to explore, fly over the continent and maybe take a leisurely stroll through Northrend and see how the world had changed with the flaming Lich King upon the undead throne. “Ugh. Really?” She groaned but the draconic advisor seemed unamused, simply waiting for her obligatory confirmation. “Fine I’ll-“

“Very good.” He interrupted, time was precious now that the Bronze Dragons would no longer be able to assist them. His hands lifted and a swirl of blue light suddenly overwhelmed the doggirl and the mortal dragon, enclosing upon their bodies and converging until a small blip was all that remained of the pair in Stormwind.

“Be there soon.” Sherri stated, however the scenery had changed and it was a far cry from the warm autumn in the city. Her ears folded back as she felt the slight chill that seemed to pervade any enchantment that even the most powerful dragons could put up. Her fingertips gently rubbed along her arms as she glared at the draconic minister. “What in the fuck could be so important that you had to ruin my first day back in Stormwind for?” She snapped, her lips curled upward slightly in a snarl, even though she wasn’t a dragon he could have sworn he saw puffs of fiery smoke fuming from the sides of her mouth. She was a fire mage after all.

“Ahem.” He was slightly taken aback but stood his ground. “You are the wielder of Dragonwrath, and as such you have some responsibilities to the staff you wield, more importantly you are part of the Blue Dragonflight.” He paused and made a throatful sound. “In a way.”

“A way?” Sherri lifted a brow. “How am I a part of the Blue Dragonflight?” She folded her arms over her chest, leaning back upon her left foot. “I didn’t even get an invite to your Winterveil Holiday Feast.” 

“That was,” He paused. “An unfortunate oversight. But you will be welcome at the next one this winter, but for now we have more pressing matters. You must fulfill your responsibilities to the Blue Dragonflight and that includes becoming a broodmother at the appropriate age.” His cheeks flushed softly as he stepped forwards and Sherri immediately took another step back, her fingertips igniting with flame.

“Broodwhat? Hold on, Jack! I ain’t brooding nothing with you!” Fire continued to pour into her fingertips, she may have been out cold but casting a pyroblast after warming up her palms with a hotstreak was something no mage worth her salt would forget. 

“With me?” He stood for a moment. “Of course not.” He said trying to stifle a laugh and with a gentle wave of his palms Sherri’s digits had been quenched of their volcanic touch, drenched to the point where they couldn’t reignite. He was a dragon in his prime, and even with her legendary staff it wouldn’t behoove her to attack. “You would not be bearing my clutch, not yet, Kalecgos has a different suitor in mind but first we must produce your first eggs.” His hands suddenly fueled with arcane magic and before Sherri could ready the proper counterspell to it, the wave doused upon her body like a wet sheet that suddenly tightened around her form.

“Hold up! I didn’t agree to any of this!” She shrieked, her body suddenly felt the air choked from her lungs as a constricting pressure wrapped into her fur and skin. The effects were almost instant in their beginnings, Sherri felt a heavy pressure against her chest and her footpaws suddenly felt constricted in her casual heels. “Hey.. What.. what..” She panted for air as if it were her first breath after surfacing from the depths of a lake. She raised her hands to see an unfamiliar hue pushing her fur aside. “What’s happening?!”

“Simple.” The magister said flatly. “Draconic females, when approaching sexual maturity, will lay their first clutch of eggs. These are infertile, but it simply allows their body to begin the breeding process when accompanied with a male.”

She would have argued, she would have screamed, cast a spell, anything, but something seized her body from doing anything but curling over. She felt her abdomen bloat and then something began to squeeze at her insides, the strain so powerful that she buckled to her knees and slowly toppled backwards. Her prized cloth armor began to shred as her body outgrew it, ripping the crimson fabric and revealing her swollen pussy and the bulge that was to be her first clutch swelling inside her now pseudo-pregnant womb. “No.. No..” Sherri breathed out, her muzzle shedding fur as bright blue scales replaced it underneath. 

As the first egg began to push its way down her blue tunnel Sherri felt an incredible surge of what she could only describe as pleasure. It stretched her walls further than any cock had done in her past, her pawtoes scrunching for the last time before the clawtips pushed outwards. Her body was slowly taking on a draconic form she had hardly noticed that her tail, a once fluffy wagging thing, was now covered in bright blue scales reminiscent of the dragonflight she had unknowingly pledged herself to. “Make it stop! I.. I don’t want this!” Sherri’s voice cracked as the first egg was pushed from her body.

Was that it? She thought to herself, there couldn’t be more, but he had said there was a clutch. She gulped down her throat when suddenly that pressure and contractions began to squeeze at her insides once more, her footpaws pressing into the icy ground as she clenched her teeth, her scaled fingertips clutching into fists as the second egg slowly rolled down her trembling walls and from the path of the first egg, almost easily pushed out from her body in a wet splat.

The eggs may have been infertile, but they were a symbol of Sherri’s fertility and would be determined with who she would be paired with by the dragonflight. “Two so far, not bad.” The dragon seemed to be taking notes. His brow raising as Sherri tossed her head back, seemingly in the throes of pleasure, another egg slowly rolled down her inner walls and shlurped its way out her pussy, landing gently with its kin. 

“Ohfuck!” Sherri groaned, her eyes watering as her body continued to shed its fur and more and more of those scales overwhelmed her frame. Her underbelly having a bright vanilla covered set of scales and her juicy breasts kept their blue tips but as she felt the fourth egg starting to push free, she couldn’t help but feel excited. The first egg wasn’t particularly enjoyable, but now each of its brothers seemed to be an ecstasy that her body treated itself to. “You.. You’re still bastards… Utter.. Bastards!” 

The fourth egg started to push free, the ivory shell covered in her pussy nectar slowly peeking from between her puffy cuntlips, spreading them wide apart and then letting them attempt to close as it tumbled downwards. “Four eggs.” The magister counted, that was barely average for the first clutch of a dragoness who at full maturity would lay almost ten. “Well that should-“ He paused, Sherri was still writhing, her body arching upwards as she planted her footpaws against the ground, her thighs spread as another egg started to push against her insides.

This egg was larger than most, bulging the upper walls of her abdomen, she had to physically push this one through her walls unlike the others that seemed to have their own agenda. “Ohghghkk!” She practically gagged, her teeth seething as her transformation continued to roll through her body, her bright ivory scaleskin glimmering in the light, her breasts jiggling as her body trembled from the intensity. Her hair for some reason stuck to her frame as the rest of her had succumbed to the Magister’s spell. “It’s.. It’s huge!” She shrieked, her mouth opening as the egg continued to push from her body, this one almost three times the rest as it spread open her now more malleable draconic cunt. 

While the draconic mage, or the Blue Dragonflight for that matter, had never performed such an experiment on a mortal, the sight of her gaining their traits made him feel a twinge of excitement in his normally icy demeanor. And this last egg, the way she pushed it from her blue twat and how it left her cunny gaping and revealing the slickness of her pussy, it was almost enough to make him brake his sacred vows to his own broodmate. As the last egg lay there with the four smaller of the infertile clutch Sherri lay panting as if she’d flown across Azeroth. “Well it should take a day for you to recuperate, please enjoy the amenities of your new home until tomorrow. Once you meet with Kalecgos he will provide you a suitor to bare a clutch as part of your agreement. Afterwards you will be free to leave and assume your normal form until you are called to breed once more.”

All of his words went unheeded by the dragonic bitch, her body was primed, her nipples stiff from the icy room and her body was craving more. “Mmh.. I have an idea.” She winked at the stoic magister who seemed to be struggling with his impure desires. Sherri slowly lifted her body, turning around and bending over, her scaled fingertips were softer than she imagined and dipped so easily into her snatch. Juices spilled down the blue digits as she crooned happily, she pulled her hand back slightly, letting the fingertips reveal themselves only to spread those dragony pussylips and revealing her hungry cunt inside. “How about we get started on this whole breeding thing a little early?”