The Room Where It Happens
#1 of Day Care Center Stories
The Day Care Lady doesn't want to put her Charizard stud at risk, so she makes sure that the Charizard the girl gives her to breed is well tied down.
"I'll take fine care of her."
Ren's heart raced - she knew what that meant. Gloria's other Pokemon had made sure to give her a head's up of what might happen when she'd been traded to her some month ago as a little Charmander, and she'd dreaded it from that moment on.
Still, she was no little Charmander anymore, so she kept her head high as she left Gloria's side to follow the Daycare Lady into the Daycare, passing a pair of Eevee chasing a ball, a Liepard chewing on some yarn. Countless doors passed by, and then a man was joining them, and the two began to murmur - she could barely make out what they were saying, though that might have been attributed to her racing heartbeats, "Are we going to hold her?"
"No, is the chair ready?" the woman asked, and she wondered what, precisely, the woman meant by 'the chair', and was rather afraid.
"Yes ma'am,"
"Good, get Cygnus cleaned up and ready."
The man walked away just as they stopped in front of a door, the woman sliding a card through the door handle and leading her inside. It was dark, and she tried to squint and get adjusted to it, but before she could the woman was nudging her against something, saying "Lay down please sweetheart," and she nearly fell when she tried, finding it shaped almost like an S but with one end less curved than the other, grunting as the breath was knocked out of her. "Careful darling," a hand rubbed at that soft spot at the base of her wing and she purred, going pliant, and the woman began to nudge her into place - her chest resting in the smaller curve, her neck arched along the less curved end, the other end arching her back and bringing her rump so high in the air her feet barely touched the ground. It was... not particularly uncomfortable, but definitely not something she'd choose for herself.
A Pokemon stepped out of the shadows, and her eyes widened as she found her gaze locked onto the swinging pendulum of a Hypno. She tried to look away, but already she was trapped, and went still on the chair, unable to look away.
The Hypno kept the Charizard placid as the woman set to work - a horse-like harness was placed over the Charizard's head, a muzzle in place of a bit that would keep its mouth from opening enough to bite, and then a padded strap at the base of her skull and at the bottom of her neck to keep her from turning around, before throwing a sheath over her neck and attaching it to the straps. The woman knelt, fitting caps over the Pokemon's claws to dull them, then cinched tight a strap under her armpits and above her hips, carefully tucking her wings against her back before tossing a sheath over the Charizard's back, protecting her nape, wings, and back from any bites and the male from being beaten by her wings, attaching it to the straps as well. Her tail was grabbed, brought up and set into a holster on the side of the breeding couch, the tip vanishing into a metal cup to keep any flaring flames from setting anything on fire, baring her slit to the air.
The woman hummed as she carefully slid caps onto the Charizard's back claws, making sure she couldn't scratch the stud if she got her feet loose, before strapping them into the padded metal cuffs on the side of the couch, chain link letting her have a bit of space to move them so she could brace herself.
She stepped back, looking at the thoroughly tied down Charizard - head and neck pinned so she couldn't bite or blow flames on her stud but could still breathe and eat, feet bound, tail out of the way, neck and back protected from Cygnus' bites. Poor thing had seemed scared - was probably a virgin, in her experience - but Cygnus would be safe and knew how to deal with an unruly bitch and, besides, there wasn't much she could do anyways.
So she recalled the Hypno and walked to the door, poking her head out as Ren began to come back to herself. Her eyes widened, chest heaving as she found herself unable to move more than an inch or two, snarling and trying to rock and flap her wings, but they were fastened tight and she began to scream her panic, thrashed her tail but it had been tied down as well, and then there were familiar, thudding footsteps as the door closed behind her and she tried to look but her neck was angled down and so all she could look at was the floor.
Something ghosted over her slit, and she froze. There was a pleased growl behind her - a purely Charizard snarl - and she gasped a pleading sound, a frightened sound, a 'help me' sound, but the drake rumbled back at her a mating sound, pressed his warm nose to her rump and breathed deep, flicked out his tongue and huffed when he found her unresponsive, slick only in the way she always was, no arousal in the air, giving a final, long lick before drawing back with a disgruntled sigh - well, this was going to be uncomfortable, but it wasn't the first unhappy bitch he'd bred.
Ren continued to creel a pitiful 'help me' sound, eyes going wider and wider as the much Charizard stepped forward, not having to adjust at all - this couch', after all, was made with him in mind, his top hemipenis was aligned perfectly with her slit - as he grabbed hold of her waist with dulled claws (for her human would never hand her over if they knew what really happened) and lowered his head on its long neck to press his nose against her slit, breathing deep until his hemipenes poked out of his own slit, needing a bit of help considering the air wasn't filled with the scent of arousal, before thrusting forward without any hesitation and hilting his top hemipenis into Ren.
The female screamed. A gout of flame tore from her throat, fizzling harmlessly in midair, and her tail flared but was of no use, and she tried to struggle but was well bound, could do nothing but continue to creel pleadingly, pain racing through her from where he'd unceremoniously fucked into her virgin cunt.
The drake grunted - she was tight, uncomfortably so, and largely dry around him. And that creeling was horrid, grating on his ears, so he drew back, pulling her with him as much as her bindings would allow, before thrusting forward forcefully, jolting her forward. The creel faltered, then faltered again when he thrusted again, growling as he spurted pre-cum inside her and oh that was better, she was slicker, and the younger Charizard gasped even as she let out another gout of flame, flailed her legs as best she could, struggled to brace herself - he was so much larger and he kept slamming her forward and it hurt, finally managed to squeeze her legs on the couch to keep her largely in place, claws scratching at it uselessly, the fabric built for just that purpose.
He snarled, thrusting over and over, spurting pre-cum into her as the air became filled with the scent of male arousal, lunging to bite her neck and growling his frustration when he only got that awful tasting leather they used to protect his bitch's necks but it was the best he'd get, he flattened himself along her back and roared as it served to rut his second hemipenis against her rump, each thrust hilting his first inside her and dragging his second beside it, spurting pre-cum against her walls and against her ass, soaking the base of her tail, and the female moaned her distress, clawed at the couch with hands and feet, breathed gout after gout of flame but no one came, she wanted her human but she didn't, her human had done this to her after all, his thrusting was getting wilder and rougher and it hurt, he was too large for her and she could feel herself tearing, blood-scent was strong in the air and his thrusts were going easier as her blood joined his pre-cum in slicking the way.
He hunched over her, his tail curling over his back, and then he was seeding her, his first hemipenis swelling as burning hot cum began to spill into her womb. She screamed, thrashing as best she could but there was nothing she could do, could only take it as she was flung back and forth with the force of his orgasmic thrusts, the drake throwing his head back with a roar and a gout of flame, drawing his hips back and up and then she was going limp as he drove both his hemipenes in at the same time, seed so hot that even she thought she was going to burn, the agony from being stretched so much so suddenly such that she couldn't do more than gasp for air.
How long it took him to come, she didn't know. It felt like ages, but it could have been seconds, even minutes. But he went limp on top of her, still holding the leather in his teeth, his weight crushing. They laid there, the female trembling, until the door opened and he was taken by the harness she hadn't even noticed, pulled off of her and led out by the man as the woman ran her fingers along her gaping slit, wiping them clean of the steaming semen on her apron and patting the Charizard on the hip before walking out.
Some hours later, her stomach began to cramp. She roused, having been staring blankly at the wall, and growled her discomfort. Another cramp, another growl, and the woman came inside. Felt her stomach, which she found to be somewhat distended, and nodded, stepping outside and grabbing a tall, cushioned basket, putting it under the Charizard's still gaping, cum covered slit.
And then the Charizard was left to her business.
She panted, wild-eyed - what was happening to her? Her stomach was agonizing, and she wanted to get up and pace, wanted to squat, but all she could do was arch her back as much as her tight bindings would allow and guide her hips down, pant for air and breathe between cramps. And then she got the urge to push, and felt something drop down in her stomach, the strangest feeling -
and something was coming out of her. She bugled her panic as she was stretched painfully, but in only a moment it fell, landing safely in the basket, and she went limp with a whimper, shaking in terror. An egg? She'd lain an egg?
The thought of that beast being its sire... she didn't want to be a dam at all, but especially not with such a beast as the sire.
And then another cramp. And another. And this one came faster, she could hardly breathe before she was straining, crying out her pain as she laid a second egg, then a third, then a fourth.
Finally, there were no more, and she fell asleep.
The Day Care Lady gave her human only one.
This continued for she didn't know how long. Long enough that she stopped calling her panic. Stopped fighting, just laid there. That laying eggs (her record was nine) became routine.
She wanted to go home.
And then one day the woman walked in, patting her on her flank, and said "I think it's about time we gave your girl that shiny she wants, huh? All the professors have all the Charmanders they could ever want."
Ren stared dully - what?
Cygnus walked in behind the woman, and she sighed, braced herself for more pain - at least she'd stopped bleeding, and her body had learned to start producing slick at the sight of him.
But this time, something was different. Instead of filling her with his second hemipenis as he came, he didn't release at all from it, didn't slump on her, instead something else, something oddly tubular and round, was pressed into her and this time she did call her alarm, struggled because what is that?! But he grabbed her by the leathers and gripped tight her waist and she felt something bulge and begin to slide into her and what is that?! as it slid deeper and deeper before nestling into her womb. And then another, and another, deeply unsettling and horribly uncomfortable, she squealed and fought because it hurt, she felt swollen and bloated and like she might be sick as he pumped egg after egg into her until finally he could fit no more into her seed-filled womb, the very tip of one poking out of her cervix, and then his ovipositor was withdrawing and he was lining up his second hemipenis and thrusting into her and she gurgled, moaned and whimpered, stunned stupid because how can there be more? she'd been warned of a lot but this was new, and he didn't fuck for long before coating the eggs with his ropey white seed and being led out.
She laid twenty two tiny eggs, and after her girl hatched the one she was given and the Charmander gleamed gold, she was allowed to go home.
Her human knew nothing of what had happened - "Your Pokemon was found holding an egg!" - and, some months later, her friend wanted a black Charizard too, and she was made to go through it all over again.