My First Time; Scrapping, Dragon Style.

The lightning came arcing from the large Northern Yellow's mouth. It was inches from my face before I BLINKED myself behind my ornery opponent and blasted the dragon with energies of pure destruction. The shaggy mustard colored animal roared in pain <My wings! You little shit, I am going to drake the crap out of you! You hear me! When I am done with you, you are going to be shitting my eggs for a week! You uppity little ahahah.> my opponent's taunts were interrupted when I BLINKED once more and unleashed another blast of my Destructing Breath. <STOP THAT! bitches/whore-spawn/slaves/my-children, kill that star-spawned little twirp.> I heard the dragon order its children. Had my opponent been a sound strategist, he might have thought-cast with his subordinates on a closed channel, but the hairy brute was too angry to think.
<Bonius, keep the young'uns occupied while the adults have a conversation.> I told my archmage on a secured channel.
<It will be done, my dragon/owner/master/lord> He replied. The teal and orange dragon were about to take to the air only to find bolts of arcane energy being fired across their flight path. "Hey, look, I don't mean to brag but..." The two dragons fired their breath weapons at the archmage. The blasts of draconic energy were swallowed up by a pair of portals. With a gesture, Bonius had redirected the offensive blasts back at his opponents. The siblings both cried out as they felt the sting of the other's breath weapon on their scales. "Seriously guys, how old are you? I am going on four centuries. Do you know how many of your arrogant race I have killed? Because I have lost count. Most dragons think that we humans are little more than clever animals. The ones that know better, most of them learned the hard way. Consider this your education, dragons." While Bonius had been talking, the two dragons had been distracted. Neither of them had noticed that the grass was growing rather quickly around them. The sandpaper-like plants began to cling to the pair of saurian siblings. The harder they fought to free themselves, the thicker and faster the grass would envelope them. They tried using their breath weapons only to find themselves exhausted as they were immobilized.
<<<Daddy! Help!>>> The pair of dragons cried out.
<Worthless whorespawned louts. Can't you see Daddy is busy?> The yellow dragon said as my opponent stared me down as I flashed my fully functional wings at the horn headed moron in mockery. The northerner let forth a roar and charged in my direction with the intent to skewer me with their horns. If they had been watching me more carefully, they would have known that as I got closer I did not just look bigger, I was bigger.

My natural size is roughly the same as the largest of bears. I am big enough to intimidate mortals and be ridden comfortably by one or two humanoids while still being small enough to have little difficulty navigating their cities and structures, they are built for beings smaller than me, but I can normally manage without adjusting myself.
When I do want to adjust myself. It is a simple matter of putting the correct mana in the right places, in the case of getting bigger, it means putting a lot more everywhere. I had put some distance between myself and the large yellow. I folded my wings in, kicked back some dirt with my foot, and charged full gallop at my enemy. With each step I got bigger and bigger, by the time I was halfway towards the yellow dragon I was roughly the same size as my opponent. But the time I reached him I towered over the hairy northerner, and that was before I reared up on my hind legs and tackled the enemy and grabbed the dragon with my arms and talons. The enormous speed I had built up when I was small combined with the extra mass of my enlarged size allowed me to smash into my opponent with an overwhelming ****, that **** was enough to destroy every tree within fifty yards of where I tackled the large yellow brute to the ground.

<<<Daddy!>>> The siblings cried out in horror. Dragons have one of two relationships with their parents. They will either feel an **** desire to reject their parents and enjoy a solitary existence, or the dragon will become slavishly worshipful of their mother or father, depending on what sorts of magical bindings are place on the hatchling at its inception. These two had been bred to see their father as a god. Watching the yellow dragon being completely overpowered by an enemy so completely was likely the most traumatic thing the orange and teal dragons could watch.
I had the yellow northern dragon pinned. <Now what was it that you said?> I asked my defeated foe as the dragon struggled and roared in defiance. I played the dragons own words back to them <<I am going to drake the crap out of you! You hear me! When I am done with you, you are going to be shitting my eggs for a week! You uppity little...>> The dragon shuddered under my heel, having to listen to their own voice making such a boast, the dragon knows what is coming. <Tell me, what were you going to say? What were you going to call me? Tell me, Now.> I commanded pressing down and digging my talons deeper into the dragon's skin.
With a roar of pain, my enemy told me that they were going to call me a <bitch/****-meat/slut/brood-whore>
<Such language.> I said as my genticles slithered out from their pouch and slither around the yellow dragon's furry flesh. My foe squirmed under me, knowing what was about to come. <That is right. I am a prime breeder. But I ain't no scaleling, sugar.> I said as I gave the dragon a lick. <Now just relax. I promise I am gonna put some prime eggs inside of you. You are going to be my broodmother/slut/sugar-baby/bitch.>
The comment along with my penetration of the dragon's cloaca by my genticles caused my foe to cry out. <URYES! That is right! Fill me with your seed! I wanna feel your eggs inside of me! I want to feel like a female! Make a real slut/cum-dump/tramp/bitch out of me!> I could feel the dragon effeminizing in my arms. As I pumped my prime seed into the dragon, I could feel a womb forming, the bones reshaping, the draconic instincts kicking in and reshaping the dragon for motherhood.

When the deed was done. I gave the dragon a lick on the face and a spank on the rear. <Go on!> I commanded.
<Yes Daddy, Thank you Daddy.> The northern yellow dragon said before taking off into the night, her flight, and the dragon was emphatically a her in that moment, though only another dragon or an expert in their biology would be able to tell, way made awkward from the weight of the children growing inside of her belly.
<<<Daddy!?! Save us!>>> The orange and blue called out, but their progenitor ignored them. The dragon's motherly instincts prioritized the new **** life over the mature adult dragons which she now felt she had no right to subordinate.
<I am a breeding bitch now.> Was all the yellow said to the children she had fathered. The dragons roars were muffled by the tangle-grass, but the anguish and grief of rejection was still evident.
"Bonius, release them." I said to the archmage. "Return to the others. I will be along shortly once I sort things with these two." The human bowed and walked off leaving me alone with the two young dragons. Though each was about the size of a monster truck back home. In my current form I towered over them. <Your Daddy, is now, my Bitch.> The two dragons winced from my words. <What does that make you two.>
It was funny to hear them both respond at the same time, but with totally different answers.
The larger teal dragon said <Your ****/brood-whore/sugar-baby/bitch?>
However, the smaller, orange dragon said <Free/independent/self-reliant/Dragon>
I laughed and looked intently at the orange dragon who looked defiant despite his breath weapon having been exhausted. <You are lucky I am fond of your mother.> I tell the dragon. <Does she have a name for you?>
The orange dragon grew embarrassed and told me that <She calls me 'Sundrop'>
<Go say hello to your mother, Sundrop. Owe me a small favor, and you may take your leave.> I told him.
<Thank-You/Small-Favor-Owed/Gratitude/Abasement> For a dragon, favors were as good as currency. Favors were recorded could not be forged, but they could be exchanged. A dragon who fails to honor their favors, even those favors that were originally owed to allies but find their way into the hands of rivals, will quickly find themselves burdened with unpayed debt, something that can have material and metaphysical consequences for a creature as magical as a dragon, to say nothing of the damage it does to ones reputation.

The teal dragon stood alone, nervous. <Master/Owner/Lord/Daddy, What do you want me to do?>
<I want you to owe me a medium size favor for not taking advantage of your stupid naivete. I am not your Daddy. Your younger sibling has the right idea. Your Father/Progenitor/Abuser/Daddy had you made to be slaves. A dragon should not be born into bondage. Go learn to be free and grow strong. You are not a challenge, so I have no desire to conquer you. When you think that you might have what it takes to scrap with the dragon that made your Daddy their Bitch. Then come on back and find me.>
<What about Sundrop?> The teal dragon asked. Dragons do not have names, not really, but I have a habit of sticking the names that humans give us to the images we project to identify the dragons we are referring to with our telepathic conversations. Perhaps it is something left over from my previous life as a mortal. All I know is that once I find out that a dragon has a name, I tend to use it when thinking of them.
<Sundrop is your sibling, Family matters, have their back so they have yours, but do it because you choose to. You are Free/Independent/Self-reliant/Dragon.>
<You said that you want me to owe you a medium size favor, what if I do not want to give it to you?> The dragon asked with a tone that sounded almost coquettish.
<Then, you would be a challenge. But not a very difficult one.> I informed the teal dragon.
<I understand. Thank-you/Medium-Favor-Owed/Deep-Reverence/Abasement.> Sundrop's sibling said.
The moment was interrupted when I heard two Azralynn and Sundrop's voices crying out with an identical message. <<<My Dragon, Come quickly! ****-girl/Anthro-wolf/hitchhiker/Mother-Named-Zatha and ****-girl/demi-human/innocent/Zatha's-daughter are having some kind of fit. It looks like their **** collars are killing them!>>>