Well, that's one way to greet your siblings.

You shift awkwardly, the massive erection growing in your breeches making it difficult to move. This thing you're packing is... massive. Like the cock of a farm animal on a person's body. Your eyes are having trouble moving from where these lovely dragon-women breasts press against their clothing. Is it just you, or are the shorter one's nipples hardening against her robe? You can definitely see them.

"Definitely." you say, blinking to clear your eyes, with a smirk. You wonder if the blush you're feeling is something that they can sense - given this is a dream, probably. Your voice

The taller, more athletic looking dragon-woman puts her hands on her shapely and powerful-looking hips, looking at the other.

"Come, sister, shouldn't we wish our brother a happy birthday instead of mocking him?" she says, her eyes flicking back to you. "Happy birthday, Og."

The robed dragon-woman sighs, pouting her lips before turning to you.

"Happy birthday, Xaracreog." she says, more formally.

"Thank you!" you say. You guess it's your birthday here. Dream logic. Whatever.

There's an awkward pause.

"Well? Aren't you going to wish *us* happy birthday, brother?" asks the robed woman, poking your chest with a clawed finger. She's fairly forceful, but it doesn't hurt - your scales are tough, apparently.

"Happy birthday to you, -" your mind races, coming up with names you've never heard before but which feel familiar, addressing first the muscular and athletic woman and then the berobed one. "Aemmynis. And to you, Tasissath. Tasi."

Tasissath momentarily displays a sour expression on her face at being called Tasi, but the two of them both smile back. You realize that they both have sharp canines.

"Thanks, Og." says Aemmynis. "Ready to go talk to father?"

You nod, and follow your sisters. This dream is wack. It's certainly one of the most vivid you've ever had. The hallways in this palace are huge, about 15 feet wide, and decorated with stones that gleamed with an amber light placed every few paces. In between the stones are wall hangings containing a mix of geometric patterns and scenes from nature -volcanoes and desert vistas and so on.

The only art pieces that you're paying particular attention to, however, are the asses of the two women in front of you. They have wings like you, but they're pulled high and slightly to each side, giving you a perfect view of their resplendent hindquarters.

There's a definite contrast; Aemmynis's ass is more muscular, and you can see the muscles working under her skin and fine scales as she walks, as from the rear there's nothing covering it besides a thong. That's not to say that her ass isn't large and juicy looking. In fact, you'd put it - and her Chun-Li thighs - among the best you've ever seen, in a fit and powerful sort of way.

Tasissath's ass is definitely a product of her more voluptuous build, fatter and with a noticeable jiggle to it. She seems to move with an instinctively sensual sway, without a hint of a waddle, just pure sex. Between the two of them, you're thoroughly distracted on the way to meet this father figure that your imagination has cooked up, and they seem unaware of your gaze, and unaware of your slight limp due to the massive rod down your left trouser leg.