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Jeremy stepped off the bus, shouldering his backpack as he glanced furtively around. None of the other travelers or local gave him so much as a second glance as he immediately beelined for the crumbling temple the bus had stopped near to. After all, most who came to this place were visitors and whether he wanted to examine the ancient temple alone or with a tour group like most of those that had been on the bus was of no concern to anyone else. That's how this trip had been this whole time: him traveling alone, eating alone, touring alone through the many ancient temples and ruins that seemingly made up the entirety this country. He had had so little interaction with others that sometimes it seemed he was a ghost or at least existed on another plane entirely as he explored this hazy land. It wasn't entirely true, but it was true enough that his mind had gotten in the habit of drifting off to the point that he suddenly came to a stop when he realized he had already entered the temple much ahead of everyone else. A plastic sign out of place in comparison to the crumbling stone around him told him to go left to explore what the temple had to offer, but something told him to go right and so he went right.

It soon became apparent to Jeremy why there had been no sign telling anyone to go right as this portion of the temple turned museum had yet to be finished. All that he saw as he meandered through its halls were crumbling walls and displays that were missing a descriptive sign, the relic, or both so that there was just a glass case or stand and nothing else. He sighed and continued on, wondering what the temple had looked like before its centuries of crumbling and whether it might be the one that held what he sought. He hadn't come to this dreary, crumbling country for no reason after all; no, he had come for what now seemed a dream, something he swore he had seen in his sleep before catching sight of an image online, an image of a relic he had been unable to get out of his head even if he hadn't been able to find the image or site it held afterwards. Still, he remembered and he searched for it amongst what few artifacts and relics were actually on display; after all, the image and what it entailed was why he was here in the first place.

Unfortunately for Jeremy, he didn't find what he sought, at least not yet. He wasn't discouraged though, for this wouldn't be the first temple he hadn't come across it though he hoped it would be the last he might have to walk through. After all, how many other temples, castles, and ruins had he visited such for? He wasn't sure, but he knew it was a lot, enough to forget at least and if the compulsion was correct that had led him here in the first place, he would find that certain relic soon. No, had to find, needed to fine lest he return home disappointed and always wonder what the image had been and where it had been. No, no, he would find it before any of that happened.

As it turned out, Jeremy walked into a more decorated and reconstructed section of the temple and saw the relic shortly after arriving. However, he was so caught up in his thoughts of finding his relic that the sight slipped him by, the man so lost in thought that he figured it was just a projection of his mind, guiding him onward. Then he stopped and blinked, spinning around to look at the shape resting upon a metal pillar. He peered at it and blinked again, shuffling closer to make sure. He gasped.

It was indeed what he was looking for: a relic carved of smooth, black stone like obsidian in the shape of a dragon, an apparently female one at that with huge breasts that she cradled in her claws while lying prone, though she was not actually prone since her large, gravid belly was so swollen that her hind legs didn't even touch the ground and her tail waved up in the air. Despite her apparent burden, the expression on her face wasn't one of exhaustion or unease but mere ecstacy. It was a strange juxtaposition, but perhaps that's why Jeremy was so drawn to it in the first place. A draconic broodmother so overburdened and yet not upset, but joyful. It was something he wanted and he wasn't sure whether it was the statue or what the dragoness was experiencing himself. He had once found his uncertainty odd, but no more especially now that he had found it. Now he only knew that he wanted to reach out and touch the relic of a civilization gone long, long ago--no, not touch it, but take it.

Jeremy glanced around as he had after stepping off the bus. He was no thief, but he had to have the idol. He hadn't come all this way and searched so many other crumbling places merely to look and leave. No, it was to be his now and forever so the image wouldn't remain in just his mind. Luckily, there seemed to be no one around and no cameras either. It was just him and the idol, the idol and his destiny. He took off his backpack and laid it against the pillar, glancing around one more time before he did what needed to be done. Cautiously, he extended one hand and reached out for the carving of the dragoness. He paused and frowned, feeling for a moment as if he were disturbing her somehow. He shrugged it off and thrust his hand forward to snatch at the statue. His fingers curled around her gravid form and he noticed how warm she felt and then--

And then Jeremy found himself somewhere else entirely. He blinked, his arm falling by his side as he found himself in an empty room, the floors and walls a smooth, shining black stone. He frowned and turned ever so slowly around. The black stone reminded him of the idol, but that was the only trace of familiarity here. He slowly turned around and found that at least he could walk through one opening or the other that were to his left and right. He wasn't trapped, but neither did he know where he was.

He groaned and placed a hand to his forehead, wondering what exactly had happened. Hadn't he had the idol? Hadn't he finally found it? Then why was he here? There had been no spark or shock or any sign that he would teleport and yet he was else. He frowned and dropped his arm, scratching at it with the other as the skin prickled before it felt oddly cool, a smattering of red scales appearing near to where he scratched. He scarcely noticed, more concerned with getting out of here. No, he shook his head and his nose twitched as strands of hair from his head. He didn't want to get out of here, he thought while his scalp prickled the same as his arm in preparation for the red scales that would spread there, he wanted to find the idol and to bring it back. How he intended to do that, he wasn't sure, but at least he was sure of what he intended to do.

He stepped forward because it always felt better going forward than back and ran into his first problem. His toes twinged after the first step and he paused. He frowned and looked down at his feet, his toes twinging again while he madly scratched at both his arms now, the scarlet scales subtly spreading over the limbs, subsuming skin and hair in favor of a sleek red hide. His fingers gently ached as too became more effective at scratching the itch, his nails pressing out sharper and longer while fingers shrank thinner and daintier. His frown deepened even further when his feet seemed to pulse, pressing against their confines as if they were too small. Sighing, he knelt down and began to unlace his shoes, stepping out of one after the one when it was done in only his socks. Still, his socks looked strained so he slid them off too, revealing scaled feet that were contorting and shifting, twisting into a more draconic shape as five toes melded into a three taloned foot, black talons pressing out into hooked claws that clicked against the ground. Still, he hardly cared about this alteration, smiling as he placed his feet against the cool ground, though pausing as they still felt wrong. Suddenly he felt an ache again and his perspective shifted slightly higher. He looked down to see that he now stood on his talons, his scaled heels lifted in the air. For a moment it felt wrong, but he stepped forward easily enough so it could only be right, right? He shrugged it off, clawed draconic hands now scratching at his upper arms while the scales started to spread up his legs.

His first problem resolved, Jeremy started forward again on his altered feet and thought nothing of them or leaving his shoes and socks behind. He hardly needed them and plus the floors were cool and clean enough. He briefly wondered where he might be, but he shook his head, dislodging more hair while his ears shrank unnoticed into the sides his balding scalp because he had better things to be thinking of, like the idol. No, not just the idol, he thought as he reached up the sleeves of his shirt to scratch at narrowing, scaled shoulders while the same scales spread up his increasingly slender legs, but the dragon, the dragoness.

The thought of the dragoness in ecstacy because of her motherhood and matriarchy caused shivers to run down his spine and a warmth that settled in his hips. He wondered, while his hips slowly but surely pulled apart wider and wider, what it would feel like to be filled with so many eggs. He ceased his incessant scratching to rest his clawed hands on his flat stomach. So many eggs, he mused as the scales continued their spread, climbing up his longer, thinner legs, to his thickening thighs to reach his crotch where they began to set to work. So very many eggs that the dragoness could scarcely move and yet--

Was there anything wrong with that? Jeremy shook his head and the last of his hair fell from from his mostly scaled scalp. He let out a soft sigh as his face creaked and gently pressed forward, shrinking nose and expanding jaws joining together into a forming snout. He smiled with this stretching snout, imagining a scaled, firm belly taut with eggs. It was an odd thought, but he entertained it anyways. There'd be so many eggs, which meant so many hatchlings, and the thought filled him with pride, his smile widening even further as his snout stretched into completion, long, draconic in shape, and covered in a layer of scarlet scales. He opened his mouth and let out another soft sigh as the scales rushed to spread down his neck, thinning it slightly while shrinking his Adam's Apple out of sight. He huffed and coughed out a belch of smoke as his throat filled with a warmth that was so much like the warmth in his still stretching hips. He blinked and licked the inside of his snout with a tongue that thinned and extended, forking out at the end. He tasted the smoke still but also touched upon teeth that sharpened into carnivorous incisors and there was more of them than he was used to having.

He paused. More of what than he was used to having? His teeth? But no, that couldn't be it. He brought his clawed hands to run over his snout, but there was nothing odd about their touch on his muzzle or feeling around his teeth. What was the oddity then? Perhaps it was thinking about eggs. After all, he was male and...

He shivered as the warmth suffused him, pleasant and comforting and oddly arousing, his member stiffening in his pants. He wiggled his hips as they spread apart with one last pop, leaving him with hips wider than his shoulders. Childbearing, even. Female...

He shivered again, the scales spreading past his collar bone while the warmth gently pressed his sides in, thinning his waist. Was he male? He thought so, but as he looked down at himself, he couldn't help but notice how his proportions were slighter, more feminine, and also scaled but that didn't bother him so much. His hips too were wide enough that his jeans had started to loosen and fall and he let them fall, revealing his long, shapely scarlet scaled legs. He stepped out of his jeans and his hips had more of a sway to them that he couldn't help but admire. It seemed...right. After all, to carry eggs he had to be female and he wanted to carry eggs, right?

He nodded and continued forward down the sleek stone halls. His chest itched irritably from the scales so he threw off his shirt to scratch after their spread, not noticing how his chest and torso thinned under the onslaught of scales that were black like the stone around him, any fat being subtly shifted higher up his chest towards his still existing nipples. That warmth suffused his nipples and they darkened to a shade of scarlet somewhere between hue of the red scales that covered his head and limbs and the black that covered his stomach and chest. Beneath his thickening, puffier nipples and areola, supple mounds began to swell.

It was eggs he wanted, right? But no, he shook his head and this time two bony protrusions pushed out near the back of his draconic skull, twin obsidian horns that curled and spiraled backwards thrice, their tips sharp and pointed. He scarcely noticed this new weight on his head or the swelling on the chest, instead focusing on swelling of the stomach due to gravidity. Eggs, eggs, so many eggs and yet he felt like he should desire something else.

The image of that happily swollen broodmother flashed in his mind and he shuddered, member stiffening and throbbing, pressing almost painfully against his boxers. The image was attractive not because he wanted to own that idol anymore, but because he wanted to be her and to be her meant he must be female and that was fine. To be her meant to be Turish'ma and that meant...

The thought flitted away and Jeremy despaired, feeling that there was something there. It felt like a name or at least a role, though not just broodmother.

Broodmother.

He hissed, member throbbing again except this time it shrank, withdrawing rather than poking annoyingly against his clothing while another source of irritation popped out of the base of his spine, worming its way down over a scaled rear that swelled. Why was he still wearing clothing? Still moving ever forward, he dropped his boxers and stepped out of them, freeing most his shrinking member and his nascent tail.

Brood.

The word echoed through his mind and he hissed again, pleased at the thought. A brood meant eggs, eggs meant hatchlings, and hatchlings meant mothering. The thought of mothering caused his member and testicles to diminish even further as a scaled slit started to form beneath it while his tail surged with growth, now a ratty appendage that swayed and slapped against his bubbling rump. His burgeoning breasts had movement of their own, their firm, round shapes bouncing slightly with every step and breath. It felt fine, natural even.

Mother.

Jeremy nodded in agreement, cooing and rubbing at his flat stomach at the thought of being a mother. It went along with a brood after all, and he intended to carry quite a brood. What remained of his manhood was little more than a nub now, his shrunken testicles sliding into his scaled slit to follow the still forming passageway to where they would take their place as his ovaries. No, her, the new dragoness shivering as her dick turned clit nestled itself at the top of her feminine nether, the scaled slit becoming plush and puffy as it infused with warmth and fertility. She was female now as she desired to be, thought not just female but a dragoness as well. Her tail stretched out longer, long and thick and tapered at the end, the underside covered in softer, black scales that were more sensitive to the touch, especially towards the base. Her new tail swept over a rump that was shapely and firm, the cheeks plump and gropeable. She reached back and squeezed her rump, hissing in pleasure at the touch before catching her tail in her hand. It wriggled impotently and she laughed as she let it go to continue to sway enticingly over her rear that she was sure to show off with every swaying, clicking step.

Broodmother.

Jer--no, that wasn't quite right anymore. Jeremy wasn't much of a name for a broodmother. There had to be something more fitting out there. The dragoness let the name slip away, shivering in delight again at the thought of being a broodmother. Her breasts swelled slightly larger and now she brought her claws up to cup them just as her shoulder blades ached. She hissed, bending and flexing them while her tits jiggled, the dragoness hissing again as her claws tweaked and touched at her sensitive nipples. Her scaled slit grew warmer and aroused at the touch, but her aching shoulders were more of her concern at the moment. In the next, however, she was granted some relief as new bones and flesh burst from her back, wings scaled red and black that flapped feebly even as they grew. She panted and her chest wobbled again, causing her to place her hands on her hips as her wings continued to grow larger and stronger, ending at a wingspan far longer than she was tall and covered mostly in a stretch of leathery black and red scaly hide. Upon completion, she flapped them once more and felt their power and strength, able to carry her aloft if she so wished, but now was not the time to fly. She looked over herself and smiled toothily. She was now complete with her draconic features of her mostly scarlet scaled hide, reptilian snout, sharpened teeth within the snout, black backward curving horns, equally black talons, and thick tail that mixed so well with her feminine features of her above average sized breasts that jiggled and bounced pleasantly with her movements, her wide, womanly hips, thick thighs to match, a plump rump that went well with her tail, and of course her scaled cleft that was a little slick from the excitement of her completion.

No, not completion. Not yet. She continued her journey onward, knowing she would not be complete until she had a belly full of eggs like that other dragoness did, that other dragoness that was--

Her, she realized. She blinked her eyes and her vision momentarily blurred. Blinded, she stumbled but, but the temporary lack of vision granted her clarity. She was on her way to becoming that broodmother, and part of that change demanded that she take that broodmother's name and it came easily to her. She had thought of it earlier and it was Turish'ma. She opened her eyes and they were gold now and slitted like the dragoness she was. Yes, this scarlet dragoness was her, Turish'ma and soon she, Turish'ma would be a mother, a broodmother. She shivered in anticipation, breasts bobbing and tail thrashing in excitement while her slit pulsed. She just had to go a little further and--

Turish'ma stopped. Ahead of her was a wall of black stone. Her wings flapped uncertainly as she stared into the glimmering black, wondering what it meant. Wasn't she meant to go forward? Or...was she meant to go back? But no, that felt wrong. Going back could only meant regression into what she had been and she didn't desire to be Jeremy anymore. No, she was ready to be Turish'ma, ready to remain the dragoness she was, and more than ready to be the broodmother she would no doubt become.

She stepped forward and the obsidian walls parted to reveal a wide chamber wreathed in warm, golden light. She moved past open walls and they closed behind her, leaving her in that large chamber that made her feel so small. She glanced around and find that there were no exits in the place for now, but somehow she knew she wouldn't exit for a long while. She had been transported across time and space to become that broodmother in ecstasy so she suspected what might happen next. Unafraid, she walked towards the center of the room, the warmth as pleasant as it was arousing, seeming to caress at her scaled curves, breasts, and slit. Shivering, she stood in the center and took it all in, panting as her nipples stiffened and her slit slickened, her tail lifting with every rush of warm air. It infused her and in the next moment she fell on her hands and knees, huffing and puffing smoke as she began to grow larger, muscle and mass adding to her frame with every passing second. She shuddered bones snapping and cracking and altering, the claws on her hands and feet growing out into proper talons, five becoming four while the talons on her feet grew to match her foreclaw's alterations, both adjusting so that they were less dextrous but deadlier and firmer for walking upon the ground as both were meant to do. The dragoness hissed as her spine shifted and settled in accordance with the realignment of her hips, their altered structure ensuring she would always be much, much more comfortable walking on all fours, her tail surging with growing unmatched by the rest of her body as it became even thicker and lengthier. The curves she had enjoyed only moments before melted away under these extreme alterations, her hide thicker and form more streamlined save for the breasts that remained on her broadening chest, the firm, supple mounds only growing larger to match, if not outdo her shift in size. She lifted her head to roar, neck lengthening and thickening so she could look down between her thicker forearms, and up and around her expanding wings that flapped mighty gusts with every surge of strength. Her teeth and horns only grew more fearsome with her increase in size, but she didn't intend to use them for violence anytime soon, the same as the fire that built in her broadened though still well endowed chest. Beneath her expanded hindquarters, her slick, proportionally sized slit slid up a little joining with her other hole to form into a fully functional cloaca that grew only warmer and wetter with need, her thick tail lifted enticingly as if to invite a passerby to have a go with her fertile femininity. However, it was just her and the now nearly feral dragoness only had a few more changes to endure: the addition of little more mass and muscle to make her a large and imposing dragoness indeed, a warm rush of warmth that left her hide glossy and smooth, and a last surge of growth to her breasts, leaving her very well endowed indeed. She reached up and squeezed a breast and it was still as soft and sensitive as ever, seemingly more sensitive given her hissing, shuddering reaction and the trickling of wetness from her puffy cloaca.

The latest alteration complete, Turish'ma looked herself over and was pleased. Sure, she could no longer walk as she once did and she had shed her feminine curves, but now she had strength and power, a thicker tail that swayed enticingly over still supply scaly hindquarters, and a bountiful bosom she couldn't help but admire. Still, it wasn't enough. She was a dragoness, yes, and had the capability to be a mother, but she wasn't one yet though she was more than ready to. She was in heat, she knew, but there was no male to relieve her, only herself and even achieving climax wouldn't make her a mother. Annoyed and lusting, she began to pace around in circles in the chamber that was no longer as large, yet still fairly spacious enough for her frantic hissing and display of her ready and willing slit. Nothing came, though, no draconic male to fill her with his seed and ensure she was impregnated, ensure she would be a broodmother, and soon she began to wonder whether she had been wrong. Was she, Turish'ma, really not meant to be a broodmother? Was she meant merely to be one, that ecstacy on that dragoness broodmother that she still held in her head to be denied forevermore? She began to suspect it to be so just as something strange happened.

Her slit pulsed and she stopped, the warmth in the room seeming to concentrate on her ready slit. She glanced curiously at her hindquarters, lifting her tail and folding her wings so she could get a good glance at herself. Her scaled slit seemed to be blushing redder than it had been before but that was the only change. Disappointed, she growled and thought of granting herself some relief when she felt that warmth rush up into slit, parting her pleasurably before rushing through her inner passage. Her eyes widened and she shivered, haunches dropping as the warmth wormed its way into her egg chamber. She panted out a hiss, smoke spiraling out of her nostrils but she was not sated yet. Sure, that felt good but--

She froze as she heard a gurgle and then felt some weight in her womb that hadn't been there before. It wasn't much for a strong dragoness like herself, but it was enough to feel and enough for her to notice a slight swelling in her abdomen, so slight that she almost felt as if she could be imagining things. Her doubt was dispelled when there was another gurgle and churning in her gut and then there was a second egg, a third, a fourth, a fifth, and so on as the dragoness stared with glowing glee as her stomach slowly but surely swelled with the arrival of more and more eggs and she welcomed each one.

At first, Turish'ma was able to keep track of them, but the rate of the eggs growing and forming only sped up with each passing moment. Where it had been one egg every several seconds became an egg every few seconds to one every other second to two eggs to every passing second. The dragoness's eyes widened at the sight of her stomach swelling so swiftly and yet she wasn't alarmed. She was excited for every additional egg as much as she had been with the first, at least until she tried to shift herself around to get a better view of her burgeoning belly, only to strain at the movement. She panted as her belly touched the ground, the smooth stone cool again her scales, calming that initial surge of panic that came from knowing that she had lost some of her mobility. She stood straighter and still her belly remained against the ground, burdened by eggs as it was. The dragoness tried to flap her mighty wings but her swollen belly was already so heavy and firm that it kept her on the ground, the rounded dome of scales stretched taut and yet the eggs keep on coming.

For a moment, the dragoness felt a flash of panic but the image of that broodmother dragoness in ecstasy flashed through her mind and she calmed down. After all, that broodmother dragoness was her. She wanted this, wanted to be a broodmother, wanted to be filled with so many eggs that she could scarcely move, at least until she laid.

So, the dragoness stood staunchly on all fours, lifting her tail and turning her head back to stare at her swelling stomach. It was already so big and yet she wished it to get even bigger and it seemed like her wish would be granted. Better yet, her breasts began to swell as well, so while her overly gravid stomach began to lift her from the floor her breasts grew larger too as they filled with warm sweet milk that soon began to dribble out of her taut nipples. She hissed her pleasure, teasing at her tight ducts and shivering at the white wetness that flowed out down her front and onto the floor, her belly so swollen that it was nearly as wide as her body and soon became wider. She wondered just how many eggs she carried now and how many more she would end up carrying. As hefty as she already was, she didn't want it to end, not now, not ever.

It would end, though not for a little while longer, the dragoness shivering and hissing as egg after egg filled her womb, lifting her higher and higher so that her hind claws dangled near her swollen stomach while her foreclaws were hard at work kneading also swollen and sensitive scaled breasts that didn't seem to want to quit producing more of that sweet milk, not that she minded as she dipped her head to lap up a little bit of it herself and enjoyed the taste and knew her hatchlings would as well. Her arousal built and built but she came no closer to climax even as more eggs formed and her breasts were squeezed, prodded, and nuzzled. She was so close and yet so far, hissing and whining as the churning, gurgling sound of eggs forming suddenly stopped, the dragoness ceasing caressing her breasts to look over herself.

She was quite pleased to see that she now matched the image of the idol that had brought her here in the first place, that of the dragoness so swollen with eggs that her hind legs flailing futilely in the air and with breasts so large and filled she couldn't even hope to cup them in her claws. Yet, there was something missing. She was happy to be a dragoness, yes, proud to be a broodmother, true, but was she in ecstasy? No, not yet, though she suspected she know how to get there. She just had to lay some of the eggs that were already prepared to be laid.

But how?

Turish'ma smiled, smoke spiraling out of her snout as her lust rose. She knew how. Through all of this her slit was still warm and ready and already slightly spread. All she had to do was spread it a little wider and her body would be obligated to ease out some of those eggs. Luckily, she had the perfect tool for the task.

Concentrating, the dragoness willed her tail to stop waving seductively in the air and to be of use. It took all of her focus to concentrate on guiding the tip of the tail towards her needy, slick slit and not on the many eggs that settled in her stomach or her still lactating breasts and even then her tail wavered poking useless at her hauches before it finally touched at her slit. She shivered and almost lost her concentration there, but instead seized upon that arousal, hissing her lust as she let both instincts and her need guide the tail in for a penetrating thrust. She hissed and heaved when the tail hit its mark, spreading her teasingly before digging deeply into herself with the strength her thick tail possessed. She shuddered, foreclaws going back to caressing her breasts as she set her tail into a simple, effective rhythm of thrusting in but not completely out, in and out, in and out until she was panting and hissing, vision blurring from her self stimulation as her hind legs desperately clawed at the air. Still, she continued, eager to reach climax just as she was eager to lay some eggs, said eggs shifting around in her stomach with every thrust, the effects of their movement on her ponderous belly only reminding her of how gravid she really was and bringing her closer to the end. Her tail reached deeper and deeper and so did her pleasure and arousal rise so soon she was barely cognizant of what she was really doing, only knowing that she had to finish, had to reach the end, had to lay, had to orgasm, had to make it, the proud broodmother reduced to a hissing, horny, flailing, scaly mass, slit draconic eyes nearly rolling in the back of her skull as her tail reached such depths just as she squeezed two squirts of warm milk from her taut nipples and the eggs in her belly rolling about pleasurably, teasing her taut walls and translating directly into more pleasure. She heard the spent milk drip onto the floor and shuddered as her tail made one last final powerful thrust and then she made it.

The dragoness roared in release, inner walls clamping and clenching on her thick tail even as it tried to escape its warm and wet confines. She shuddered in ecstasy, ponderous belly shaking with her and reminding her pleasure addled mind of just how many eggs she was carrying, so many eggs and yet she only wanted more. She was glad for that want and in that moment resembled the idol in its entirety save that her scales shined scarlet and she was much more lively in her gratification. She panted and hissed and moaned with every withdrawing inch of her tail and when it emerged soaked with her juices but no worse for wear, she was even more satisfied, swaying the useful appendage over a slit that was now ready to lay her eggs. Not a moment later, she felt a shift in her stomach and her first egg began to descend, travel with pulsing, pleasured rasping grunts from her to ease it along a route the tail had made easier, not that she minded the effort. She was numb to the strain but none of the pleasure, pleased that her first egg of many was coming out. She strained and squirmed, wishing that she had the stability of her hind legs, but that would come with time. For now, she worked hard to get the egg out and it was worth every inch she pushed it along, it was worth it when she felt it crowned, so close and not quite there, and the satisfaction of feeling it plop out of her and onto the ground was even more than her recent climax. She was even more satisfied when the second egg began its journey out, followed by the third, then the fourth, the fifth, and so on until the broodmother lost count. She could count how many eggs she laid later. Idly she wondered what might come after, when she might meet others of her kind for traces of others, broodmother or otherwise, now sparked in her mind, and how this had truly came to be in the first place, but that wasn't important at that moment.

All that mattered to Turish'ma now was that she was that dragoness broodmother laying her first clutch, quite a brood and that dragoness broodmother was her. The dragoness sighed, setting those thoughts aside. She was satisfied now and what if she wasn't later? She smiled as she gently massaged her swollen bosom. Her tail could always rectify that.