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https://archiveofourown.org/works/32356348/chapters/80338072#workskin

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“I enchant these dragons to freeze, except for Winter,” Darkstalker commanded, pointing one massive talon down at the terrified, infuriated IceWing.

Winter’s eyes went wide, frozen not by the spell, but pure fear. He stared up at the titan dragon emerging from the mountain, his dark gaze turned downwards towards the frightened whelp of a dragonet.

“There’s no reasoning with you. No matter what future I look into, you’re quite the problem,” there was a dark lilt to his voice, a tone implying sinister intentions. Darkstalker flicked his wings outwards, glistening starlight scales sparkling down over the Prince as he contemplated his next move.

“W-what are you going to do to me?!” Winter tried to sound brave, puffing out his chest and snapping his teeth, but nothing could shake the horror of the two-thousand years of IceWing myth standing before him. “You won’t impress anyone if you--”

“If I what? Enchant you to have never existed?” Darkstalker tilted his head thoughtfully, eliciting a new wave of terror from the IceWing. “Or make it so no one would ever love you? Certainly not Moonwatcher. Perhaps I could turn you into an entirely different person; would you like to be Pyrite again?”

Winter shivered, eyes flicking over the features of Darkstalker’s snout, searching for some hint of jest or sympathy where there was none.

“No, only I would know. And only I will know. And you, of course. Ah, you have so many amusing thoughts of what I’m going to do to you. Well, don’t worry too much; I would hate to take away one of Moon’s friends for good… so we’re going to play a different sort of game.”

“G-game?! You think this is a game?!” Winter balked, “Y-you’re insane!”

“Very rude!” Darkstalker scolded, waving his talons as if a young dragonet had just stuck his tongue out at him. Folding his wings back in, Darkstalker leaned his neck down, giving Winter a good look into his eyes. They were hollow.

“I enchant this dragon to become female, and for all other dragons who meet him to believe he always was female,” Darkstalker began, “and for only him to retain the knowledge of his origin. And I enchant you to be unable to tell anyone of your predicament…”

Winter felt his body shifting, a tingling feeling warping his insides and genital slit. It caused him to shake, squeezing his legs together as he felt a sort of vanishing , replaced by unfamiliar sensations. He almost wished it had been instant; unfortunately, the process took several disturbing seconds.

“Wh-why?” Winter asked, his voice a touch higher. Dragons lacked sexual dimorphism as it could be seen in other animals (scavengers, for example), so the cosmetic changes were minimal. Beyond that, what was the purpose of such a stupid enchantment?

“I’m not done yet,” Darkstalker scoffed, causing Winter to flinch. “Finally… I enchant this dragon to reach a heat cycle whenever around Moonwatcher… and should he act upon it, forget entirely that he was ever male, and be completely dedicated to me, and my biggest advocate to other dragons.”

Winter’s jaw dropped. It was stupid, round about, ridiculous… and horrible torture. Even now he felt his slit begin to fill with blood, pulsing as he glanced over to Moon, frozen in place by Darkstalker’s earlier spell.

“You’re sick,” he choked out, hind legs trembling as he began to inch away from the group.

“After all the IceWings have done? I’m a saint, Winter,” Darkstalker grinned, “and look at it this way! You’ll finally be able to get what you want. Your heat will drive you to be bold enough to finally tell Moonwatcher how you feel… and then you’ll never have to worry about me again. Isn’t that exciting?”

Winter shook his head, feeling sick to his stomach. And just like that, Darkstalker waved his claws, unfreezing his friends; and he found himself completely unable to do anything but follow along, eyes wide and terrified as he realized he couldn’t tell his friends the absolute torture this legend was going to put him through… even his thoughts couldn’t reach Moon.

---

It was horrible. Winter had to constantly leave and, were it not for the skyfire he now kept on him twenty-four/seven, Moon would know why. How did girl dragons DO this?! His serrated claws already presented the issue of tearing soft flesh, not to mention how much more complicated this part of the anatomy was. It wasn’t as easy as just rutting into a polar bear rug or grasping it with his talons; every part felt different to touch, certain parts were more sensitive, and he could never bring himself to a satisfying orgasm.

At one point he considered asking for help from anyone that wasn’t Moon, or at least ADVICE, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Qibli and Turtle weren’t the type he could just go to for something like that (though he had a feeling Qibli wouldn’t ask questions, he just didn’t feel comfortable with it). The other dragonets at the academy were out of the question, since most just got on his nerves anyways. Kinkajou would probably stay yes, as he’d always been told RainWings were as sleezy as they were lazy, but every time he looked at her he could only see his sweet, if hyper, friend. He just didn’t want to ask something like that of her; or even make the assumption that she was loose just because she was a RainWing.

Winter grasped his head in his talons, chin to the floor as he laid in his sleeping cave in absolute anguish. His eyes screwed shut as he desperately tried to figure something out. Either he sacrificed his pride, or sacrificed his will , and he wasn’t ready to do either of those things.

And Darkstalker… he couldn’t even stand up to him! He couldn’t tell his friends that he’d been enchanted like this, because every time he tried nothing came out. Or he said something completely different, or he just croaked like a frog. Even Turtle, who he KNEW could help him…

It was hard not to sob. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry from frustration, or from the situation he found himself in. Either way, it was too much to bear.

“...Winter?”

He felt his slit begin to throb, growing wet between the folds. Oh no.

“M-Moon!” he jerked his head up, wiping any stray tears from his face and turning towards her. He tried to smile, realized it was out of character, then turned away and scoffed. “What are you doing? It’s pretty late, I was trying to sleep.”

“Well, I came to talk to Qibli, but… you seem really upset,” she didn’t have to read his mind to know he’d been crying, apparently.

“What? I’m fine,” he shook his head, not looking at her.

“No… you aren’t. You’ve been acting strange for a while now. What’s wrong? You keep avoiding me, and sometimes say things that don’t make a lot of sense and… we’re worried about you, Winter.”

“Don’t be, it’s fine,” he gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to be mean to Moon, but it hurt so bad to not be fucking her right now. His hind legs trembled, squeezing together as he felt lubricant dripping down his leg.

“It’s not fine,” Moon tried to sound stern, but couldn’t quite manage. Her ears went back, head lowering as she tried to get him to meet her gaze. “Please, please let me help, okay? I know things are… kind of weird for you…” she shuffled uncomfortably, making Winter jerk his head towards her.

“Wh-what do you mean?” he asked, shocked.

“Well… I don’t know everything about it, but I’ve been trying to read scrolls and… there’s not a lot of information, probably because they don’t want us to get ideas…” Moon shuffled her feet again, not looking at him.

“Spit it out, Moon!” Winter snapped, his hips twitching involuntarily.

“Are you avoiding us because of a weird heat cycle?” Moon blurted out, looking extremely apologetic for her sudden outburst.

“What?!”

“It’s not like dragons can’t smell it,” Moon mumbled, still apologetic, “I-I mean, and the way you run away from us… i-if you have feelings for one of us, m-maybe we can help?”

“NO!” Winter jolted upright, standing across from Moon with his spines on end.

“W-wh?” Moon stammered, staggering back.

“No, I don’t want help! I can do it myself! I don’t want to mate with you or any of our friends, if I did--” the sound that came after was a choked groan, Winter crossing his hind legs as he tried not to start sobbing again.

“Winter…” Moon approached him. No! Why couldn’t she understand? Why couldn’t he just tell her? Damn Darkstalker, damn Animus magic, damn Moon, damn it damn it damn it! “Please… we just want to help…!”

“I can’t…” he choked out, looking up at Moon apologetically. “I can’t… I really love you, Moon. I’m so sorry. But I-- I can’t do that. I just can’t.”

Moon’s eyes widened, taken aback by her friend’s sudden confession. She loved her? Then… Winter kept running away so she didn’t force herself on her? That’s what Moon was gathering, anyways. Why else would her close friend act like this?

“Winter… It's okay. I… I really like you, too,” she inched closer, causing Winter to flinch. He raised his head, horrified, as Moon brought her snout to his. “I, um… I want to help…”

“No! No, I mean,” Winter took a step back, stumbling over his feet because he’d forgotten to uncross his legs. “I want to more than anything Moon, but…” again, he couldn’t tell her. It just came out as stammering nonsense.

Moon stepped forward again, resting her head under Winter’s chin. The touch sent an electric shock right to his engorged slit, making him whimper.

“I-it won’t be weird. I mean, I won’t make it weird. We won’t make it weird,” she stammered, trying to find the right words. “I mean, we can still be friends-- and, um, more if you want, but even if it doesn’t work we can still be friends!”

“Moon…” Winter shook where he stood as he was embraced by his friend.

“It’s okay. I… I’ve seen RainWings do it a couple of times… and think about it a lot… let me, okay? And you’ll feel better, I promise. I mean, I assume. That’s what I read,” she was doing her best, bless her soul, and had no idea of the fate that would befall Winter if they laid together.

Moon inched down Winter’s side, stopping at his thigh and swiping her tongue across cold scales. Winter shuddered, his tail curling and tensing as her snout dropped underneath it.

“Moon--” but before he could choke out an answer, her black tounge swiping over his hot sex. Winter flinched, but spread his legs, revealing himself to her. There were tears in his eyes, but the absolute elation of being liked back by his crush, and seeing her willing to do something like this with him…

His foggy, heat-filled mind faltered, and he let Moonwatcher shove her tongue into his core.

“ Three moons, ” Winter whispered, huffing as he felt his legs shake. Moon clearly didn’t know what she was doing, trying to mimic things she’d read or seen in dragon’s minds, but somehow her inexperienced tongue felt all the more genuine to him. Winter just whimpered, resting down on his forearms and keeping his hips up, raising his tail enough to give Moonwatcher better access.

“It’s cold here, too…” Moon muttered, dragging her tongue flatly across Winter’s slit. She shifted, sitting behind Winter and resting her talons on his thighs, pushing his legs apart even more to eat him out.

Winter’s head was fuzzy. It felt so good, having a warm tongue invade his cold insides. He was quickly forgetting why he’d waited so long for this… there was a nagging feeling at the back of his mind, screaming at him, and then it just… stopped.

“M-Moon!” Winter moaned, her eyes rolling back as the NightWing pressed two talons into her clit. Winter arched her back, thrusting against Moon’s snout as she plunged her tongue back into her, rutting the back wall of her core. Winter’s muscles clenched around Moon’s tongue, trying to squeeze and pull and milk it as if it were a cock. Moon seemed to notice this, removing her tongue and inserting two fingers into her friend, pressing against the front wall and grinding the pads of her digits into the slightly-more textured spot there.

It caused Winter to see stars , and not just from Moon’s wings. She jerked her hips back suddenly, cumming hard over her talons and the tongue now lewdly slurping and rutting at her clit. Her head spun as the NightWing slowly removed her claws, careful not to damage her friend’s insides before licking them clean.

“H-how was that?” Moon asked, blushing beneath her dark scales.

“I-it was…” Winter muttered, still dizzy. Was there something she needed to remember? It didn’t seem like it could be all that important, if she’d already forgotten about it.

Winter stood up on shaky legs, turning around to face Moon. She roughly shoved the NightWing down, eliciting a yelp from her friend as her back struck the cave floor. Winter moved herself atop Moon, turning around so that she could shove her sharp, narrow snout right into Moon’s dripping sex, taking a deep breath of the heady NightWing pheremones pouring from it.

“Winter!--” squeaked Moon, jerking her hips upwards.

“Shh, let me return the favor,” Winter glanced back, winking, before shoving her tongue deep into the pinned NightWing, sitting her own rear back against her face…

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“Be safe, okay? I know Darkstalker will protect you, but you still don’t know what you’ll find there,” Winter fretted quietly, having convinced Moon to move away from the others so no one else would see her concern. “And… don’t be gone too long, alright?”

Moonwatcher smiled, nuzzling her girlfriend’s snout.

“I’ll be fine, Winter, don’t worry. I’m excited to see the NightWing history we left behind all those years ago,” she smiled. “And I promise, I’ll come back. Or convince Darkstalker to let you come visit. I’m sure he won’t mind; I know there’s bad blood between the tribes, but… I think we can change that,” she leaned her neck around Winter’s in a draconic hug, the IceWing doing the same.

“Okay. I trust you both,” Winter nodded. “But if anything does happen--”

“It won’t,” Moon assured her. Finally she stepped away, the two looking into each other's eyes for a long moment before Moon bowed her head, wishing Winter well while she was away.

When Moon returned to Darkstalker, she noticed a smirk crossing his features.

“What is it?” she asked, confused.

“Nothing, my dear Moon,” Darkstalker assured her, smiling. His attention was quickly pulled away by an excited SeaWing princess, whom he regarded civilly but with some annoyance. “Let’s get moving, shall we?”

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