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Questing tendrils explored around the narrow seam of the container, searching in the darkness of its prison for a way out. Not for the first time, it could sense the presence of warm bodies beyond its metal cage, moving around, talking and clattering. There was a soft, barely perceptible vibration all around it, a different tone to the one it had felt before; that had been harsh, gutteral, animalistic. This one was soft, gentle, a purr of contentment emitted by a deceitfully powerful beast.

The tendril, narrow at its tip, broadening towards the base deep within the writhing, slick mass of dark coils, found a little give. It pushed, wriggling experimentally, a desperation rising in its semi-intelligent core to get at the last remaining fragment of warmth beyond its cold prison. A soft click and a line of harsh light pierced its cell. The tendril instinctively recoiled, but the UV did not burn like it should. It was mild, lacking the scorching warmth of its home world of Helcor. The mass of squirming coils bunched and relaxed, the questing tendril snaking carefully forth once again to nudge up the lid.

The world beyond lay out before it in a canvas of vibrant colours, the living warmth a paltry two feet away, bent over the neighboring cell, a flat black object in hand, a small, cylindrical silver object in the other. The warmth was doing something. Primarily, it was ignoring the newly opened cell behind it and the hungry ropes of glistening tendrils reaching for it from the darkened maw of the prison. There was only one thing going through what could only be described as its mind; to propagate the species.

Ceelia was muttering under her breath. Her coworkers had left early, heading into town for the night, no doubt to get steaming drunk, leaving her to finish off the work of five people. Around her, the warehouse was silent, save for the low purr of the generators; the power had gone out this morning and still hadn't been restored. There was enough juice in it for the lights and the refrigeration units that lined the far wall, but the volatile nature of the contents meant the manager had made the (somewhat terrible) decision to power down the security cameras. Thermals were all that remained of the security system. The cameras had been sacrificed for his bonus, stating that he only needed one person on duty in the warehouse to see to it that no one broke into the refrigeration units and stole their valuable contents.

That person was Ceelia, having drawn the short straw. She sighed again and went back to work, datapad gripped in one hand, scanning node in the other. She looked at the data streaming onto the small screen as she carefully scanned the long, fat, brushed steel cylinder before her. It was one of five and only the third she had inspected. She was at the end of the row and if the last two were as secure and stable as the others, then she would be in the security booth that overlooked the floor in no time, eating her supper of left-over noodles and drinking green tea.

The dragoness shook her head as she straightened. Why anyone would want exotic animals for pets like these was beyond her. Well, maybe not beyond her completely. People could have eccentric tastes that traversed the far reaches of what she would call kinky. But still, five ropers from the Vallen'tol Gulch on Helcor was a bit much even for her tastes. This particular species of roper only thrived in that gulch and they were renowned - and feared by some - for their higher than average intelligence, speed, strength and the rate at which they reproduced - the thought of a 24 hour, Standard, gestation cycle was horrifying and a little sickening. And they would breed with anything that had a worthwhile uterus. She had heard rumours of crossbred ropers, those that had survived an encounter and had birthed perfectly healthy children that had a little... extra in the anatomy department.

She shuddered at the thought of a dragon with roper genetics running around in public, unchecked.

Flying ropers were ot a happy thought to entertain.

Another reason why Ceelia wanted to tear the hides off her coworkers. They knew about the ropers' tenacity, its capabilities and had still left her to it. Assholes. She thought sourly. If one of the five containment units failed and the ropers within thawed out, then it would escape or die from dehydration. The new owners had paid a hefty sum of money for each one and no doubt had paid far more for someone brazen enough to go trap them and take them off planet. Ceelia pulled another datapad out of the thigh pocket of her coveralls. The shipping information was forever updated, fed by a live connection to the Space Traffic Control's ansible. The freighter the five containment units were due to ship out on was a day late and was not scheduled to arrive until tomorrow evening sometime.

She stuffed it back into her pocket and turned around to start scanning the next unit. She stopped short as she saw coils of glistening black muscle weave through the air towards her. She lunged out of the way and her ankle was seized fast. The roper dragged her closer to the breached containment unit. Her broad, silver wings flared and she opened her mouth to scream for help as a tendril wound its way around her waist, the tip feeling its way along the seam of her coveralls, searching for a way in. It didn't have to search for long. Her coveralls were sealed with velcro and six canvas straps wrapped around her torso to form a utility vest. There wasn't much fabric to wrestle with. She squirmed hard, breathing deep to build up the fire in her furnace, deciding to roast the creature.

Something pricked her neck in the fleshy seam between throat scales and the smaller, tightly clustered neck scales. Her terror subsided, her fire snuffed out and the cold knot of dread smoothed over by a warm, fuzzy blanket of arousal. Her muscles relaxed and she went limp. The roper reeled her in, the questing tendril pushing through the velcro and worming its way down the front of her tank top beneath, snuggling itself in Ceelia's ample cleavage. A shudder of excitement ran through the beast and it slid more of its tendrils inside her coveralls. It got enough leverage to tear at the material, pulling the coveralls off Ceelia's limp body from within. Tatters of grey fabric fluttered to the concrete.

Tendrils slid around her thighs and parted her legs, the tip of another slipping beneath the fabric of her panties. Ceelia reflexively tensed as the cool, slick muscle slid past delicate silver scales, parting slick black, trembling lips and explored inside her. A soft whimper escaped her and a tendril wrapped around her snout, clamping her jaws together as the tendril inside her pushed deeper, thickening as viscous fluid built up within the flexing shaft. The pointed tip pressed against her cervix, insistent on going deeper. Ceelia's muscles tensed ever-so-slightly as it spread her enough to gain entrance. The tendril shuddered, flexing in a pulsating rythm as a liquid warmth was squirted into her uterus. Ceelia moaned in distress. She was vaguely aware of what was happening; it was her newest worst nightmare come true. From what she could remember of the information on the creatures, it had just deposited an egg sac inside her, ready for fertilising. All the creature needed was a fertile uterus for its frog spawn-esque eggs to develop in and it had found her as the perfect - and only - candidate.

She tried squirming free, feeling more herself than she had a few minutes prior when the roper had first stuck her with its venom. Her ferocious metabolism was working it out of her system in a hurry and she got another dose in response. She relaxed against the creature's coiling mass, her raging mind locked in a pink haze as her panties were torn free and the egg-tendril retracted with an almost loving lick to her abused cervix. Two more came up and wrapped around her breasts, squeezing and pressing them together as more coils roved across her body, exploring, their touch obscenely gentle and disgustingly arousing. She tilted her hips out of reflex as something thick and blunt came up between her legs. It was the roper's primary tendril; long, sinuous, powerful and thick. Its black flesh was laced with bulging veins and it glistened in the light with moisture.

It curled beneath her, rubbing against her folds, getting a feel for her. A tendril wrapped around her tail and raised it high as those around her body tilted her forward a fraction. The thick tendril beneath continued to move, sliding up between her buttocks, exploring. It was as if the creature was enjoying itself. Its coils flexed and shuddered as it moved around her, coating her in a glistening layer of the viscous fluid it excreted from its pores. A natural lube- her mind jibbered as waves of prickling warmth ebbed through her like a lazy tide. She moaned softly. The narrow tip of one of the other tendrils had discovered her clitoris and was playing with it. Another moan as the pressure became unbearable and she shook in the creature's grip as she came, her juices spraying across the mass of tendrils beneath her.

It continued to stroke her clitoris and she cried out in frustration. Her cry stuck in her throat as the thick tendril stopped caressing and rubbing her and pressed its blunt tip against her. She could feel how wet it was against her and terror nibbled at the edges of her murky mind as she started to realise its girth. She whimpered as it pushed into her, spreading and stretching her, sliding in, its natural lubricant drooling down her parted thighs and dripping slowly, in thick rivulets to ground. She ached terribly. Both with arousal and the pressure of the hard flesh that was pushing its way inside her with slow inevitability. She felt as if she were going break but the sensation was chased away by another dose of its venom-aphrodisiac.

It started to thrust, its veins throbbing as it moved. It had been so long since the roper had tasted the flesh of a viable spawn-carrier and an animal thrill set it on edge, urging it to move faster, harder. Ceelia clenched and writhed in its oozing grip, her voice muffled in her clamped mouth as the roper used her for its amusement and needs with long, steady strokes, each one feeling like a hammer blow to the stomach. Her muscles quivered painfully as her body slowly grew used to the the creature's girth and she gradually found herself enjoying it, enjoying the feel of so much rigid flesh pumping in and out of her, the soft, wet sounds it made as it hammered into her, driving her deeper into an orgasm and the feel of its tendrils around her, rubbing against her scales and teasing her breasts. She came again, her eyes rolling back, her body pulling and twisting against the coils of flesh wrapped around her.

The tendril inside her throbbed and she yelped. It shuddered and pushed hard against her cervix, the blunt tip flaring and lodging itself in place as the rest squirmed, pulsing hot semen into her. Ceelia let out a loud, drawn-out groan and bucked, another orgasm, triggered by the sudden, violent release of the roper. Her vision blurred as she gasped for breath between clenched teeth. She started to feel swollen and still it came, pumping its seed into her. With great effort, she pulled a hand around and brushed her abdomen with the tips of her shaking fingers. She was sure she was swelling and a mote of panic settled in her mind, whispering that she was going to burst. It was drowned in a wave of screaming pleasure the second it had formed. The tendril at her clitoris was rubbing her furiously and two tendril tips were at her nipples, their ends splits open like little, toothless mouths. They were suckling hard on her, the pressure unbearable and combining the sensations of an abused clit to form a cyclonic climax.

She came down from it with a hard shudder and went limp, darkness crowding in at the edges of her vision. The roper released her, crawling back into its containment unit, spent. She lay on the floor, semi-conscious, her silver body coated in glistening, transluscent slime, a thick white fluid slowly pooling on the concrete between her legs. Her wings and tail hung limp as she lay face-down, her breasts crushed against the cold, smooth warehouse floor amongst the shredded tatters of her coveralls. In the distance, she heard voices, panicked shouting and the pounding of clawed feet coming towards her.

Inside her, the fertilised roper-spawn stirred.