Roxy grunted as she unloaded in Clara's asshole, the petite beta's mouth being filled with one of her ranch hands. She sighed contentedly, soaking in the moment of satisfaction... and then, slowly and carefully, worked herself loose, her knot deflating, and making room for the buttplug to avoid spilling cum all over everything.

"Thanks," Clara said, panting as she popped the ranch hand's cock out of her mouth. "Goodness gracious... how'd you learn to fuck like that?"

"Well, when you're a Level 13 Dungeon Master who's waiting on a Level 13 Normal Dungeon Gate to get inspected and Gold Certified," Roxy began. "You end up building an Adjustable Sex Dungeon Gate, and get that inspected and Silver Certified to pass the time, since that inspection process takes, like, one day. Meanwhile, a hundred delves of a Level 13 Normal Dungeon Gate- because I'm above Level 10 and trusted to know what I'm doing- takes a hundred crew-days of work. Oh, sure, it got prioritized and had five inspection crews managing to double-delve it daily, but that's still ten days of waiting, and I only needed one shift of inspection to get my Sex Dungeon inspected. And then I started delving each Level of Sex Dungeon, one level a day. Turns out you get a lot better at fucking when you do that."

"No shit," Clara said, nodding. "Heh. Maybe you should build one to be Gold Certified, use it for a training course for people looking to spice it up in the bedroom."

"I've considered it," Roxy admitted. "On the one hand, hoarding the fancy toys to myself is what things were like before your sister took over, and those times supposedly sucked a lot."

"They did, yes."

"On the other hand, that very same sister said 'every improvement is a change, but not every change is an improvement, and we must always, in all things, take care and think deeply about any changes we make.' And, uh. Well, let's just say there are some compelling reasons why keeping that Dungeon to myself is the most responsible course of action right now."

"Well, can't fault you for that," Clara said, standing up and stretching out her back.

"So, Ranchers really do get just... a bunch of extra Familiar slots?" Roxy asked.

"Eyup," Clara said, nodding. "Of course, Ranch Familiars like Suzy here don't get the two class slots a regular Familiar gets, so they're more for looking after things, turning wrenches, things like that. Well, also the general companionship you'd expect from Familiars. That's definitely something." She reached up and caressed Suzy's face, grinning up at her big, tall, well-endowed mechanic. "So! You want dragongirls, eh?"

"That is what I came here for, all alone," Roxy said, nodding. "As per your request. And our contract."

"Hey, can't be too cautious," Clara said. "The fact there's a dragongirl ranch at all is a very tightly-kept secret. Ariel feels terrible about overturning the economy like she did; she's trying to minimize further shocks until after it manages to find a new stable equilibrium. Right now, she's trying to untangle the paradox of there being more stuff than ever before, but also of people going without and things breaking down. See, the towns and villages weren't as self-sufficient as we thought they were, and they're reliant on some key things from bigger towns and cities to maintain their own stuff... which, because prices have changed so much, they can't afford anymore, even though there's more of those key resources going around than there were before."

"Can you be a bit more specific?" Roxy asked. "Like, what specifically is being produced in greater quantities but also being sold for higher prices?"

"It's metals, mainly," Clara said. "Delvers are taking up Blacksmithing, and buying up tons and tons of metals to train up Blacksmith so they can get to the point of making on-level equipment. Then they just burn the swords and shields and armor plates they've churned out for mana, because nobody wants them. This means bronze, iron, and titanium are now a lot more expensive, and the Farmers living in villages can't afford to replace their tools when they break."

"...Hrm," Roxy said, tapping her chin.

"Yeah, I know, you're having an idea," Clara said. "You've got a Familiar with Level 13 Blacksmith and Miner, and you're a Mystic Artificer and a Farmer. You wanna make a bunch of Level 13 enchanted Farmer gear and hand it out for free, and right now, Ariel Ironborn wants you to not do that. We don't know what the knock-on effects of that would be. You can, however, agree to a contract with the Guild to supply lower-level Farmer gear at pre-revolution prices that the Farmers can actually afford."

"I'll talk to Ariel about it, yeah," Roxy said, nodding. "So, your sister Anzerath's dragongirl farm. Where to?"

"Right through that broom closet there," Clara said, pointing. "Suzy, can you show Roxy through?"

"Sure, Boss," Suzy said, nodding. "This way, please."

"Oh hey, nice, I'm not the only one who made a big ol' spatially-expanded dome underneath the surface of the Badlands to put their high-level shenanigans without ruining everything," Roxy said, stepping out of the portal and into the main area of the dragongirl ranch.

"This is actually under the Barren Hills," Anzerath corrected her.

Anzerath was a beta exemplar like Cecilia was, but unlike Cecilia, had inherited a lot more of the monstrous characteristics of her mother. Her arms below the elbow and legs below the knee were covered in burnished blue scales, with claws on her fingers and toes. A thick tail, thick enough to be confused for a third leg, descended from the end of her spine and swished gently through the air, suspended above the ground by a few inches at its lowest point, covered in its entirety by blue scales, save for the underbelly, where they were wider and paler. Around each temple was a patch of blue scales surrounding a thick, backward-sweeping horn, in a dark midnight blue, holding back long, straight hair only a shade lighter.

Most noticeable, though, were her wings, sprouting from between her shoulders and draping over her shoulders, with the first 'finger' of each wing draping down her front, angled so that the tips crossed each other between her hips and thighs, and the light blue membrane of her wings acted as clothing, preserving her modesty, because it was quite evident she was not wearing anything else. Thanks to the particular structure of draconic wings and their membranes, her arms, tucked under the membranes, were not actually restricted from moving around too much; her upper arms could only rise to forty five degrees, but as a Level 15 Sorcerer, she never had to do very much reaching, lifting, or carrying.

She was a striking, exotic beauty, enhanced by the fact that she had gone through the trouble of ensuring that her wing-clothing showcased some very nice cleavage.

"So, you wanted dragongirls," Anzerath said.

"Honestly, it's more that I wanted to meet some new people in the process of getting up to speed with Rancher," Roxy said, shrugging. "I mean, don't get me wrong- I absolutely do want some dragongirls. Fuck the hell yes I want dragongirls, if I can get them. But, strictly speaking, I only need some oviparous monstergirl to complete my ranch, and I already have an angel and a demon as Familiars. Some enchanted collars, some sex I don't have to be part of, and I can give the Oviparous Trait to those bunnygirls Cecilia gave me. So... talk to me. Tell me what makes dragongirls special. Why they, more than any other flavor of monstergirl, deserve your full, undivided attention."

"Oh, that's easy," Anzerath said, making as sweeping a gesture as she could with her arm at the rest of the dome. "Dragongirls are beautiful."

The dome was neither barren nor full of architecture. Rather, there were a great number of craggy hills dotted about the landscape, but between them sat wide fields of grass and shrubbery, with a few streams winding through, and forming a sneaky little circuit that was assisted by some more enchantments.

Roosting in those hills, or soaring through the air, were dozens of dragongirls, all of them beta exemplars. The color blue predominated among the scales, but there were a few dragongirls who'd developed scales in green, purple, and one in particular sporting a deep red.

"They are," Roxy said, nodding.

And, indeed, Roxy was forced to agree: Dragongirls were quite beautiful; their draconic features complemented each other and their human forms quite well, and the whole package was truly mesmerizing to behold.

"Their fluids are also very useful in some alchemical recipes," Anzerath said. "What's more, they naturally shed their scales every year, letting hide be harvested from them without losing them in the process. It's down to a Trait, and out of curiosity, I allowed one of my dragongirls to mount one of the cowgirls I have as breeding stock without the enchanted collar that ensures that the offspring will be a dragongirl, just to see what Shed Skin would do on a cowgirl. And wouldn't you know it, one year later, that cowgirl shed her skin, and dropped some leather."

"Ooooh, that's interesting," Roxy said. "I think I've heard of Shed Skin being a Trait among snakegirls, but it's always nice to have. The alchemically-significant fluids, though... that's what really has my interest."

"Oh, and also," Anzerath continued. "There's legends of a Quality Trait, and that it originates with dragongirls... or with angels, or demons. The legends aren't terribly clear about it."

"And you think the legends are true?" Roxy asked.

"I think I might as well check, while I'm breeding dragongirls," Anzerath said with a shrug. "It's still early days for us here. My mother was the ultimate progenitor of every dragongirl under this roof, and attempting to dilute our bloodline enough that breeding among dragongirls has some variety to work with is... taking some time. Oh, to be sure, there is enough variety to ensure that breeding between dragongirls is possible, but... well, I'd like to provide enough genetic breathing room for different strains to re-emerge. We have seventy one dragons here, and only one of them has red scales." Anzerath shook her head. "Now. You want sixteen dragongirls, to make a breeding population. And you can have them... on a few conditions."

"You have my full attention," Roxy said.

"First, you will not leak knowledge of the existence of any ranched dragongirls to the public," Anzerath said. "This is already in our existing contract, but it bears repeating: dragongirls are priceless, and if it is known that there exist dragongirls incapable of defending themselves with high-level spells, there will be thieves and poachers who will stop at nothing to claim them for themselves."

"Of course," Roxy said, nodding. "I ask that I be permitted to draft a contract including my Familiars and my two girlfriends in the group I can discuss the matter with, to avoid having to be clandestine even with my own household, but that term is otherwise perfectly acceptable as-is."

"I will allow this," Anzerath said, nodding. "Second. You would be a custodian of the dragongirl breeding population, just as I am now. We will regularly exchange dragongirls, especially those with noteworthy Traits, and communicate in good faith about all developments with our flocks."

"Of course," Roxy said.

"Third..." Anzerath shifted her wings. "...Can we please have sex? I don't get out much; most people don't agree that dragongirls are beautiful, and I've heard that you're very good at fucking."

Roxy snorted a little bit. "Okay, yeah, I figured this'd happen. I take it you normally wear clothes?"

"Normally, I don't even bother covering myself with my wings, when it's just me down here," Anzerath admitted. "But when I do cover myself, yes, it is normally with actual clothes, not just my wings. So... will you do it?"

"Hrm, let me think," Roxy said. "Will I pin the milfy dragongirl fertility goddess to the ground by her wings and fuck her so hard she forgets her own name, to seal my promise to help her repopulate her people. Wow, such a hard question, it's almost as hard as my dick right now. Yes, Anzerath, I would love to have sex with you, and if you ever find yourself wanting it again, I'm sure I can help you out."

"Oh thank you so much," Anzerath said, her wings furling back and revealing the plush majesty that was her bare body, her tits in particular drawing the eye as they jiggled and bounced from the sudden loss of support. "How do I..."

"If you're fine with a passive and receptive role, I can handle it from here," Roxy said. "Provided you're fine with lying down on your back."

"I'm a Level 15 Sorcerer," Anzerath said. "You very much can pin me down by my wings without hurting me at all. Please do it."

Roxy nodded, and stepped forward, kissing Anzerath and sweeping her up in a tight embrace. She savored this for a few seconds, then broke the kiss before dipping down and laying Anzerath on the ground, wings splayed to the side. With a bit of a grin, Roxy put her hands over the 'wrist' of each wing, where the phalanges all met, and pressed gently, securing them against the ground. The 'thumbs,' intended to help cling to rock faces, folded over and clasped Roxy's hands sweetly.

The two kissed once more as Roxy silently freed her cock from her pants, a bit of grinding being applied to ensure that Anzerath was wet and ready- she already was, of course, but a bit more wouldn't hurt.

Roxy pulled back from the kiss as she slid herself in, lifting herself up so she could watch as she fucked Anzerath, enjoying the unguarded looks of shock and bliss and ecstasy flashing across the dragongirl's face, and especially enjoying the motion of the dragongirl's fat tits bouncing along with her humping, those dark blue nipples tracing a beautifully hypnotic circle with every thrust.

Anzerath was pent up; more than a few of the dragongirls in here were her direct descendants, sired when her lusts finally boiled over. But her poor little pussy hadn't gotten any of that attention, and was so needy and sensitive.

Anzerath didn't last two minutes before she came, roaring as her dragoncock fountaining hot jizz all over herself, and yet, Roxy kept going, plowing her like a springtime field, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of the horny, needy, noisy, lonely dragongirl.

When Roxy finally came, it was deep inside Anzerath- birth control or no, the feeling of breeding such a mighty dragongirl was something powerful.

"...Well," Roxy said, as her knot deflated and she pulled out. "...We've got a deal."