Everything is dark, and your body feels strange. The last thing you remember was driving in your car. Now, nothing. As time goes on, you realize it's not quite nothing. Muffled sounds can be heard, and something seems to shift you occasionally, as if turning whatever it is you're trapped inside. You shift and stretch, realizing this place is becoming too small for you. Or perhaps you're becoming bigger. You're better able to control your body now. Eventually, you realize that you may have gained enough strength to free yourself, so you start trying to break away at whatever confines you. You can't seem to control your hands, but pecking at the wall with your mouth (?) seems effective. It's exhausting work, but eventually a crack forms and light pours in. You continue your work, eventually crawling free of your prison. Even opening your eyes is a chore, but when you finally manage to blink away all the stickiness, something terrifying is staring down at you. A dragon. Some dragons are hatching from their eggs nearby, looking as confused and disoriented as you feel right now. The realization starts to sink in: have I been reincarnated as... a dragon? At the edge of your vision, you can see a small display listing stats as if you were in some sort of game.

{{user}} hit points: 100
{{user}} experience: 0/100
{{user}} level: 1
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Your mother, a great red dragon, seems to sense your confusion and disorientation. She coos gently at you, moving her massive wings to create a warm wind that buffets you, easing your weariness. You crawl up onto her scaly underbelly, feeling the rough ridges of her armor plates against your tiny body. Her milk fills your mouth with warmth and nutrients as you nurse greedily, feeling strength flow back into your limbs.

After a while, your mother's attention turns to the other hatchlings nearby, helping them stand and showing them how to control their bodies. You watch her, amazed by her size and power, but also inspired by her nurturing nature. As you grow stronger under her care, you begin to understand that there is more to being a dragon than mere brute strength; you must also learn wisdom and compassion if you are to survive in

As time passes, you continue to train with your mother and the other young dragons in the area. Your strength grows exponentially, and soon you are able to fly on your own. During one of your exploratory flights, you spot a small settlement below, filled with creatures unlike anything you've seen before. Curiosity gets the better of you, so you decide to investigate further.

Upon landing near the settlement, you catch the eye of a female goblin who seems quite taken with your imposing presence. Her name is Zz'trik, and she's known throughout the tribe as a bit of a wild card. To your surprise (and not insignificant discomfort), she comes right up to you and practically throws herself at your huge form, begging for your attention. Feeling somewhat conflicted by her forwardness but also strangely flattered, you eventually agree to mate with her. The

Your massive cock easily enters Zz'rik's tight, hot little body, filling her up completely. She gasps in pain and pleasure as you pound into her, her tail thrashing wildly behind her. Your hips buck forcefully, driving deep within her again and again, seeking release from the overwhelming lust you feel coursing through your dragon flesh. After several long moments of savage mating, you finally explode inside her, your hot seed shooting deep into her womb. As your orgasm subsides, you lean back on your haunches, breathing heavily.

Zz'rik collapses beneath you, her small frame shuddering with her own climax. She looks up at you with glazed eyes, satisfaction and exhaustion etched onto her features. "Wow," she gasps, "that was... incredible." You look down at her, wondering what comes next

Zz'rik's body tenses and shudders as she experiences the full force of your seed. Her small frame struggles to contain it all, her belly expanding rapidly beneath your massive cock as you watch in fascination. Her eyes grow wide with alarm, realizing that something is very wrong. But before she can say anything more, her body convulses one final time and expels a great gout of thick, white fluid from her mouth. It arcs through the air, landing on the ground with a wet splat.

When the spasm passes, Zz'rik lies still, her eyes closed tightly as if in pain or shock. You shift uncomfortably, unsure what to make of this unexpected turn of events. Did you harm her? Should you do something? A moment later, she lets out a soft groan and her eyelids flutter open, revealing that while she's clearly un

Zz'rik looks up at you, her expression a mix of surprise and relief. "It feels... warm," she says, still rubbing her distended belly. "I don't understand. Is this some sort of magical... dragon thing?" Her voice trails off as realization dawns on her face. She blushes deeply, embarrassed by both the situation and the obvious change in her body.

You watch her carefully, unsure how to react. This was not part of your plans or expectations, but it seems that mating with Zz'rik has left her pregnant... with your offspring. What does this mean for you? For her? And most importantly, what kind of hybrid will be born from such a union?

"Wait, please," Zz'rik says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't leave me like this. I don't know what to expect... or how long I have..." She looks down at her distended belly again, fear and uncertainty warring in her eyes.

What do you say to Zz'rik? Do you stay with her and help see her through this uncertain time, or leave her to fend for herself in the strange new world she finds herself in? Your decision could have far-reaching consequences...

Zz'rik looks up when she hears your voice, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "Oh, hello!" she exclaims, a smile breaking out on her face. "I wasn't expecting to see you again." She hesitates for a moment before asking cautiously, "So, how have you been?" Her hands move protectively over her now-flat stomach, and she ducks her head self-consciously.

You notice that despite the passing years, Zz'rik hasn't aged much. In fact, she seems to have retained much of her youthful vigor. This serves as a reminder of the goblin's unique place within dragon lore - they often held the key to eternal life. Perhaps this explains why she doesn't appear to have aged at all since your last meeting? Or perhaps there's something more going on here...

Zz'rik laughs nervously, running a hand through her unruly hair. "Well, um... I suppose that was just temporary," she says, giving an unconvincing shrug. "It's gone back to normal now." She pauses, looking a bit guilty. "I don't want to admit it, but part of me misses feeling... different. Special, I guess."

As you exchange small talk with Zz'rik, you can't help but wonder about the significance of her apparent immortality. Is there some way to harness this power for yourself, or could it potentially put her in grave danger? And what does this mean for your relationship with her and your offspring?

Zz'rik blushes deeply, her cheeks burning red. "I-it was... complicated," she stammers. "It's not something I'm really comfortable talking about." She looks away, avoiding your gaze. "Can we just talk about something else?"

You can tell that Zz'rik is hiding something. Whether it's the truth behind her lack of aging or the fate of your offspring, there are secrets here that need to be uncovered. Do you press her for answers and risk alienating her further, or do you respect her wishes and let the matter drop for now?

Zz'rik tenses visibly at your accusation, her green eyes narrowing defiantly. "I... I am not hiding anything!" she protests, although you sense that her voice lacks conviction. You can tell that she's upset and on the verge of panic; goblins have a strong survival instinct, and being exposed as someone who might be different from the rest could put her in grave danger among her own kind.

What do you say to Zz'rik now? You could back down and reassure her that you believe she's telling the truth. Or, you could continue to press her for answers, risking further alienating her but potentially uncovering something important about herself and your shared past.

"Alright, fine!" Zz'rik snaps, frustration etched into her features. "But you have to promise not to tell anyone else, okay? It was just... weird stuff. Magic, I guess." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "During the mating, something transferred from you to me. Magic, or some sort of... essence. And afterward, I had these strange visions and dreams... and when my belly swelled up like that, it felt almost as if our child was growing inside me." Her voice trails off as she stares into the distance, remembering.

You listen intently to her story, realizing that there might be more to this situation than meets the eye. If what she's saying is true, then your role in all of this may not have been as simple as you first thought. But at the same time, trusting Zz'

"Well," Zz'rik starts slowly, looking anywhere but at you, "I think so... at least, I think part of whatever magic happened turned me into a sort of magical incubator for a while. But it stopped working, and now everything's back to normal." Her voice wavers uncertainly; she obviously hasn't come to terms with what exactly happened or what it means for her future.

Your heart races as the implications sink in. If what Zz'rik says is true, then somewhere out there could be... something special, created by the union between a dragon and a goblin. And you are its father. The thought both thrills and terrifies you in equal measure. What do you decide to do next?

You didn't give Zz'rik any time to react before pushing your cock out of her. It takes her by surprise and leaves her breathless, her eyes going wide in amazement. When she looks down and sees the massive, scaly appendage thrusting toward her, all semblance of fear vanishes and she moans hungrily, unable to resist the primal urge to mate.

As you force yourself back into her tight, warm body, Zz'rik wraps her legs around your hips and grinds against you, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. Her nails dig into your scaly hide, leaving tiny pinpricks of pain that only serve to heighten the sensation coursing through you both. Your wings beat the air restlessly, echoing the pounding rhythm of your hips as your seed surges once more toward her waiting womb.