-It's a male. - Olwyn said after searching the unconscious bat for a while.
The trio of women and a small girl looked at him strangely.
"Smaug... you're not thinking of kidnapping more elves, are you?" Tauriel's eyes turned dangerous.
"Nah, relax, if I need elves, I'll use these kids after they grow up, it's just some manual labor, they should be willing." Smaug spoke calmly, in his half-draconic form.
Helena's lips trembled and she feared for her brothers for two seconds, one more than the king, she was truly a good elf.
-So... - Tauriel pointed to the giant bat.
"Mounts!" Smaug said with satisfaction. "How can the dragon mountain ride on the ground! No, we will fly in the skies!"
Helena's eyes sparkled, but she looked at the ugly bat and fell into deep thought.
Tauriel sighed, but as long as she didn't use any more elves, she was happy. "So, what are you going to breed them with this time?"
"Horses!" Smaug said calmly, then looked at Hera with a mischievous smile.
Hera immediately went on guard. "What do you want?"
-How about you give me a Meara, a female will do. - He persuaded.
-No! - The woman shook her head quickly in denial. - Neither do I have one!
-Well, just let me steal one for a few months, I promise to be gentle! - He persuaded.
"No!" Hera denied, anger in her eyes. "That stupid dragon, those horses are sacred to them, okay? You can't want to cross him with that ugly bat!"
Smaug looked at the woman who was about to breathe fire and sighed, he was still lenient with her, that's why he just didn't go there and take the horse.
-Well, I used an ordinary horse, so with my skill, in the end they won't be ordinary anyway. - He shrugged.
Hera's lips curled, but she calmed down.
Tauriel at the side didn't care about the horse, as long as it wasn't an elf, Olwyn didn't speak either, she had learned not to speak without permission in front of Smaug, especially in an insolent way.
That same night he flew to Rohan and took two mares, the biggest he could find, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, he went down and took them directly, which they could do even if they knew it was him, they would only think he wanted to eat horse meat.
Over the shocked and confused cries of the men and horses, he flew back.
When he returned, he used mental magic on the bat and removed its corruption, with the help of the female trolls, he managed to inseminate the mares.
Of course, it was only once, it would take a while to work, but he still sent vitality into the mare's uterus regularly.
It took a week to be sure they were both pregnant, with their wombs growing rapidly.
Smaug can finally put this tedious task aside.
Hera looked after the mares with Olwyn, she didn't seem too happy about having them stolen, but she didn't complain this time.
With him putting vitality like crazy, whether in the mares or in the fetuses, they grew rapidly, in just one month, the mares were giving birth.
When they were born, the whole group of elves came to see them, after all, they would be their future mount, they hoped they wouldn't look like the ugly bat.
When the foals came into the world, after being cleaned and appearing in front of everyone, they were silent for a while.
They were thin, but that's normal for newborns, both black, with bat wings instead of front legs, bat paws instead of back hooves, their head was still horse-like, but had sharp, sparse teeth like a shark's, on their heads, two pairs of huge, articulated ears stood up.
Everyone looked at Smaug and Smaug looked up, pretending not to notice.
-I'm not riding that. - Loki shook his head like a rattle, the other giant elves also quickly agreed, this was very ugly.
"Well... looks like it was a glitch, at least he's healthy." Smaug coughed and looked a little embarrassed.
Hera rolled her eyes at him and Tauriel asked, "What now?"
-Well... there are more bats than horses, maybe we should cross them with more horses, that way there would be more horses than bats. - Smaug nodded to himself.
-Or stop creating random things. - Hera pointed out.
-Nah, where's the fun in that, look, I got two out of three right, that's something. - He pointed at the elves, who puffed out their chests.
"Congratulations." Tauriel said dryly and he looked away again.
-Thinking about it, maybe the elf gene is strong, that's why it was simpler, but common horses compared to these bats are still a bit behind... - He spoke calmly. - If I had a Meara...
"No!" Hera looked like she wanted to hit him in the head with her sword, but in the end she sighed in resignation. "Please, no."
-Okay, okay... let's cross them with more horses. - What gender?
-Two males. - Olwyn said after looking for a while.
"Well, I can avoid genetic problems with life energy, but I think breeding them with their mothers would be a bit much... I'll get some more mares." Smaug sighed.
"And those horses?" Hera asked. "What to do after crossing them."
-I don't know, eat them? - He shrugged and walked away.
The group of Elves quickly followed.
Hera looked at his exit and her fists clenched, then released them and sighed.
"Well, at least they're horses." Tauriel pursed her lips, remembering the eaten elves.
Hera rolled her eyes, but she thought the same and didn't comment.
She looked at the two cubs and for a moment wanted to free them from their fate, but she wasn't sure what to do. Let them go? They probably wouldn't survive. Kill them? It wouldn't make sense other than to anger him.
Sighing, she left followed by Olwyn.
Tauriel looked at the horses, turned and left too, in the end only the trolls responsible for taking care of the horses remained.
The process of horse development was more complicated than he expected, but in the end, in the third generation of bat horses, a winged horse finally appeared.
They still had black skin and sharp teeth, but now their wings were on their backs and they had four legs. Their ears were still a little big, but it gave them powerful hearing, although they lost echolocation.
They looked a bit like the Thestrals from Harry Potter, but they weren't skinny as adults and they didn't have beaks, but a horse-like mouth full of sharp teeth.
They weren't very docile and ate meat, not grass, but the little elves liked them a lot, so for convenience, he just named them Thestrals and that was it.
The size of the horses however would become a problem for the giant elves in the future, it made him think about how to increase the size of the horses, he looked at the female trolls and fell into deep thought, then shook his head.
Mass production of Thestrals has begun
The trolls' DNA would probably be stronger, it would be difficult to create a mount, but maybe something interesting would be born.
Curiously, he took the first generation horses and crossed them with the female trolls. The interesting thing was that since the horse wasn't very smart, he agreed to cross with the trolls directly. The trolls were very happy to accept this arrangement, after all, they are still living beings and have a desire to reproduce.
Under Smaug's strange gaze, he watched the two creatures leave and fell into deep thought...
Sighing, he put it aside and for the next few days, strengthened the trolls' womb.
Months passed and two new creatures now lived on Dragon Mountain.
The first was the thestral, the second was what he called a gargoyle.
Well, it didn't quite look like a gargoyle, but it was the closest he could get without calling it a demon.
Pale black, with bat wings, a large horse head full of teeth and bat ears, and a large, heavy troll body.
The creature was... well, too strong to be wasted, it looked like something you'd get if you crossed Marvel's Beta Ray Bill with DC's Human Bat and Gorilla Grodd.
He was as intelligent as the trolls he controlled, so he followed orders, he controlled their minds and made them loyal, so he became part of his people.
To avoid Hera's accusing eyes, the first and second generation Thestrals were retired, they became the trolls' partners, he also didn't help anymore besides reproduction, letting them grow naturally, some giant elves were placed to take care of them while the moon elves took care of the Thestrals.
He would let them live to the natural end of their lives, which would be in about one hundred to two hundred years.
The group was stunned when he began the gargoyle project, but soon ignored it, taking it for granted that the dragon liked to create things.
The elves didn't care, thestrals were mounts and gargoyles were more like pets/security.
Solving the problem of the giant elves, he decided to cross the Thestral with Wargs, thus the vampire wolves were born.
It looked like a Warg, but its mouth was more elongated and thin like a horse, but with larger and articulated ears like those of bats, its limbs were paws, not hooves, in addition to the long bat wings on its back.
They were faster on land and had a much better sense of smell, so they had their advantages.
They flew more slowly, but could be ridden by the giant elves in the future better than the Thestrals, the silly giant elves also liked them, in the end the number of new races besides the elves reached three, the women already numb.
"Are you done?" Tauriel asked doubtfully, looking at the winged warg pups playing with the giant elves.
"No, I still have some ideas, but until these little guys grow up, it's over for now." Smaug hugged her from behind while putting his hand inside her pants. Tauriel tried to stop her, but Smaug held her tightly.
She bit her lip and knew she couldn't stop herself. "Not here!"
The dragon smiled, spread his black wings and flew her to his room.
--x--
Hera, not far from Olwyn's side, watched the mortified scene and spoke. "He knows we're here, right?"
-Probably. - Olwyn, sitting on a smooth stone bench, carving a piece of wood, sighed and replied.
-That... that pervert! - Hera moaned as she put her head in her hands, frustrated.
"Well, he's a dragon, it's normal not to be too shy." Olwyn shrugged.
He saw that the dragon was in no hurry with Hera, so he started living his retirement early, she ended up finding this place very relaxing.
Hera looked at Olwyn clearly carving a thestral, sighed and sat down beside her, looking at the young giant elves playing with some doubts in her heart.
"Olwyn... what do you think he wants? This doesn't look like building an army." Hera asked confused.
-Who knows, after this time I think you can see what kind of... dragon that guy is. - Olwyn shrugged.
Hera was silent for a moment, then spoke. "That's what scares me. He has all this power, but he's building this kingdom here, slowly but surely. What do you think he'll do in the end? Maybe we're seeing the soldiers who will destroy Middle-earth."
Olwyn looked up and saw a vampire wolf biting an elf and the giant elf biting the vampire wolf back and fell into deep thought. "Well... that would be an interesting army indeed."
Hera's lips trembled, trying not to laugh and take the situation seriously, in the end she sighed, with deep doubts.
She could see that Tauriel was different, more and more molded into his mold, she no longer rejected him, she waited for him, the two of them looked like rabbits jumping around, it was driving her crazy.
The biggest problem was the fear of whether this would be her fate, would she fall in the same way?
A worried look crossed her face, to the side, Olwyn raised her head and looked at her a little worriedly, but in the end she sighed and continued carving.
--x--
The years passed quickly and soon ten years had passed, the group of elves now appeared to be in their teens.
Under Smaug's influence, a double mentality was formed, the strong dictate the path, but the path is not made over the bodies of their companions, but side by side.
Thus the dragon mountain became almost a Sparta.
Without Smaug's excessive help, the Thestrals, Gargoyles and Vampire Wolves did not grow much in number, he let them form bonds with their elven companions.
Tauriel's belly was still flat, apparently getting an elf pregnant with a dragon without help was difficult, but he also strengthened the elf's body a lot during this period, so he believes that she will not be at risk of death if she gets pregnant, he is thinking about letting his child be born finally.
Helena was still a brat, but she was a little more serious, irritated that he didn't help her grow up soon enough, but now she led the moon elves more firmly, the group getting better and better at their duties.
The giant elves still looked silly, playing with their wolves around, just as he thought, they excelled in physical combat, so unlike the moon elves who trained more agility and archery, they trained more strength and swordsmanship.
With the dwarves' notes, some of them also began to try to learn how to forge, there was still a lot of steel in the mountain and Smaug himself did not stop them.
The moon elves on the other hand started making clothes, after all the dwarves' clothes would soon no longer fit and the giant elves were already in a sad situation, for this Smaug kidnapped some spiders for silk and sheep for wool.
Tauriel was now a queen, there was no coronation, but there wasn't one for him either, he simply woke up one day, placed a crown on her head and that was it.
Her crown was made of gold with diamonds, she didn't wear it normally, but Smaug still made everyone call her queen, much to her displeasure, but he needed to establish order, the kingdom wouldn't be so small in the future.
He explained this to her and she stopped complaining.
He decreased his outings during this period, letting the spiders and orcs grow before attacking them again, he usually went out two to three times a month.
Now an interesting fact, it seemed that age finally caught up with Olwyn, making Hera end up in front of her.
Sitting on the throne on the mountain, he looked at Hera with interest.
During those ten years, she didn't change much, that's because he infused vitality into her periodically, so she didn't age, Olwyn on the other hand...
Hera also got used to life on Dragon Mountain, made friends, settled in, not that she didn't want to leave, but she could already call that place a second home.
He also didn't act on her, other than infusing vitality and talking normally, he didn't move, this is because after Tauriel, he realized that being kind is not worth it, he is a dragon who did all kinds of evil, for this type of kind character, he is an antithesis, fighting against the current is very difficult, but she can stop fighting and let the boat go, but after all he curved the river to become circular, how long can she stay on the river without docking if there is only one port where it is possible to dock?
A little despicable, yes, but he's a dragon, so what if he's despicable?
-Save her, let her live, I will be yours. - She bit her lips and closed her eyes, saying with regret.
After ten years she understood that Smaug is not really horrible, but after all she never wanted to get married in the first place, besides he is already married and a dragon who has done all kinds of evil, he is triply disgusting.
But in the end, she understood, he showed her that he could keep her alive while he watched Olwyn waste away, she understood, he did it on purpose, if there was no solution, she could watch Olwyn leave calmly, sadly, but calmly, after all, that's life.
But there was a solution, it was right in front of him, he could live with Olwyn, the woman who had followed him since he was little, for a long, long time.
All she had to do was lower her head.
So she did, she had her pride, but she loved Olwyn more.
"Are you sure? You know what happened to Tauriel ten years ago, if you do the same, it won't be so easy anymore." Smaug looked at her seriously.
-I... I promise. - She lowered her head and replied, resigned.
Smaug smiled and said, "Well, she won't die today, let me get my prize first." He stood up quickly, picking her up, and walking away as he carried her.
Hera closed his eyes in fear, but he couldn't resist, he went unhurriedly, walking through the corridors now guarded by regular guards of moon elves and giant elves.
Gargoyles also prowled around, carrying large steel maces, wearing Roman war skirts to hide their parts.
-King. - They saluted when they saw him, then continued patrolling.
Besides him, only Tauriel, Loki and Helena were greeted, as queen, prince and princess, respectively.
Taking her to the bedroom, he threw her on the bed, just as he had done with Tauriel years before.
About her, she did not deviate, but waited for him, without inviting him, but without rejecting him, waiting to be guided, as if he were a conductor in an orchestra.
He would have found it offensive before, but now he laughed, after Tauriel, he realized, love really comes with time, the elf has long since come to love him, he knows, she knows, only he doesn't ask and she doesn't say.
Maybe not a selfless love but a dependent love, but that doesn't matter to him anymore.
Of course, this isn't fixed, it can be the complete opposite, with hatred growing over time, but that's why he didn't force her, she decided to be there, even if she regrets it, it was her decision.
So... he attacked her.