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Welcome back, one and all, to MPreg March 2013!

For those who don't know, this a month where I strive to enrich myself through application of writing prowess to male impregnation-focused stories! In the past, I created a world built around beings called Serevokin who, as an all-male race, breed exclusively through 'lesser' races who are dominated by pheremone-laden musk and intense, mid-coital suggestion that shapes behaviour. This year, I continue the Serevokin story!

Here now's the third chapter of The Missing Link; enjoy!

• Faora, of the Frost's Chill

Ancient's Secrets

Rael turned out to be more useful than Sera had initially thought. The coyote's energy was boundless; he wished to continue with their journey toward the Bastion of Revo even when Sera's body demanded that he stop and rest. It gave him vigour enough to hunt down wild game for their meals each night, or to seek out additional water supplies when necessary. He advised Sera on how to avoid the Cult of Rolkotarni, what with all of their patrols and explorations.

More valuable to Sera however was the simple notion of company. He'd quickly grown accustomed to Rael's presence at his side throughout the journey. Over the last week and a half of travel since he'd first rescued the canine, he'd been reminded anew what a joy it was to share the wisdom of a lifetime with a young male who was actually and properly interested in what he had to say. Apprentices always left to study new things of their own, or further expand the base of their knowledge. It had happened before Karyn, Karyn too would eventually go, and so would any others who might approach him. It didn't change the nobility, or the satisfaction of sharing what he'd learned over his life.

That satisfaction had only grown stronger with the sixth day of Rael's company. The pain Sera had felt in his chest had momentarily cut off his ability to breathe before his body was able to regenerate whatever damage had caused the surge of feeling. The surge hadn't come again since that day, but it had left the older Serevokin feeling weaker than he would have liked. Twelve years was hardly the full lifespan of a draconic, but death from natural causes had been noted in subjects even half as young as he. Frustrating as it would be, death so soon would not be unforeseeable.

Rael had questioned him on it, of course. The coyote didn't seem to understand why Sera had become more lethargic after the experience and strength displayed when he freed the canine from the Cult. Part of that had been Sera's fault, too. It was his life and his body; why should it be of anyone else's concern how strong or not he was? It was none of the little dog's business and he could keep that cold, wet nose out of it.

And so he'd kept as much of his discomfort from Rael as possible. He buried it away by talking at a rate and with an intensity that even the coyote had trouble interjecting most days. Instead, Rael was forced to walk alongside Sera, and listen with one perked ear about the full history of the Serevokin Alliance and the Cult of Rolkotarni. He'd covered Aliastikora's banishment from the old empire to the first incarnation of the Cult with Rolkotarni himself at the head, the origins of the Nakeletori mythology around male sexual pairings to the nation-saving efforts of Silikaerati and his first, the future Master Historian Tyren Kaerati. He'd theorized on magic and the gods and nature and the meanings of life and death.

And throughout it all, Rael kept an open mind. He pointed out thoughts of his own and flaws he saw with different aspects of Alliance and Cult morality. He extrapolated differences of opinion and unified them into a single coherent system at one point that, while flawed, would have completely eradicated inter-species fighting if it could ever be put in place on a world-wide scale. Sera had been incredibly impressed. Even if the system was too flawed to work and would up an echo of the old Serevokin empire, Rael had been able to show considerable insight into the various races of the world. For one who had lived his life as a slave, it had been an extraordinarily welcome surprise to see him flex his brain muscles rather than those of his backside.

Not that there was any small amount of the latter, either. Sera hadn't wanted to admit it at first, but the breeding with Karyn - and later Rael himself, as unfortunate as that had been - had left him with a Serevokin's typical drive to mount and mate. Strength of will was often sufficient to keep his malehood firmly locked away within his slit, but after a couple nights of Rael's wandering paws, Sera had given up fighting the canine's advances. The damage was already done and his body was already filled with new Serevokin life. There was no harm in filling his backside again, or his muzzle if Rael were feeling particularly inclined. He set himself to those tasks with a gusto that Sera might have called shameless, had there been anyone around but himself to potentially feel shame for.

It was a price Sera was glad to pay for the shortcut that Rael had provided. Though he had told the canine nothing of it, the visions had persisted each time that he bred the young canine. Each time Sera slid himself into the heat of Rael's body, he found himself accosted by visions of the path that led to the Bastion. Every drop of seed spilled was another second that he spent reacquainted himself with the new path before him.

Rael had not lied; the coyote was absolutely sure he knew the way to the Bastion of Revo. Sera's visions had begun to twist to follow along, as if they knew that he was on a faster road. That had been enough to convince Sera that he could trust Rael's sense of certainty. Even if the coyote didn't know what he'd found, Sera was certain that the Cult had indeed found the Bastion. As for why they hadn't been able to make use of it, Rael had no answer.

He'd questioned the coyote about it at length around the campfire on four separate nights before he'd given up. The answer was always the same. "I don't know what it is, or why they can't get inside," Rael had told Sera over and over and over. "They say that it won't let them in. They say they need someone with a purity of purpose to open the gates. They never told me what that meant... just bred me."

What Sera had been able to learn was what the Cult had been up to since the Serevokin Alliance had discovered their reincarnated order and kicked them out of Astikoraanna. None of the Alliance had been given the chance to interrogate one of the Cultist hashrah. Either they were so far indoctrinated by their masters that they would never give them up, or they suffered fates similar to the fox Sera had been working on when the potential for this journey had first come to his attention. Similarly, the Cultists themselves sooner took their own lives than spilled their secrets to the Alliance.

The news had terrified Sera. Rael had told him that there were entire camps, with a couple of the strongest Serevokin of the Cult in charge. Only those Serevokin were allowed to breed the lessers - the foxes, the tigers, the wolves, the coyotes and all the rest - on a daily basis. Their offspring were strong, or they were offered up to alchemists and shamans to dissect and study. The strongest joined the fight and earned the right to join the Cult, or they were killed to serve in other ways.

It was the only reason the Cult's numbers had not completely overrun the Alliance. They were not breeding an army; they sought the perfect Serevokin - one with purity of purpose, Rael reminded him - to access the Bastion of Revo. Some camps even included lower-caste Serevokin of the Cult, males who existed only to establish themselves as superior breeding stock for the strongest of the Cult. They spoke of a prophecy where Rolkotarni himself would be reborn, immortal and indestructible, and he alone would be able to open the gates to the Bastion of Revo.

That was not what terrified Sera. The Cult's focus on breeding Serevokin to Serevokin only narrowed diversity of bloodlines and broke down family bonds. It was the sort of thing that had created abominable creatures of rage and death in the old empire and was a partial reason for the Alliance laws against Serevokin in-breeding, even with the treatments available from Cult study. What terrified Sera was the prospect that the Cult could find a way to, through lack of scruples and larger subject test sizes, actually manage to breed a more powerful, more capable Serevokin. Sera knew what his people were and how dangerous they could be. He personally considered their lack of magical aptitude a blessing rather than a curse.

It was the nineteenth day of the journey where Sera started to recognize some of the surrounding area. Familiarity gnawed at him as he glanced around at the little streams and the foliage that grew around them. He even started to take the lead, as a bewildered-looking Rael was forced to follow along after him for a change. The sense that he knew where he was going only lent energy to his gait, and the draconic pushed himself harder that day than he had the week before as he strove toward the Bastion that teased his thoughts and dreams.

When the day had faded into night, Sera had been disappointed that they hadn't already arrived. Disappointment turned into determination as Rael approached him, and he'd displayed the first true eagerness of the entire journey for carnal activity as he'd pulled the coyote close and bred him twice against the nearest tree. Sore as Rael had been afterward, the coyote admitted how pleasing it had been to see Sera take such an interest in him. The Serevokin couldn't bring himself to tell the canine that he'd done it less for the pleasure of the act and more for the knowledge that the visions imparted.

The day after was the day where Sera found himself standing at the edge, quite literally. He paused as he, for the first time, resisted the urges and impulses of the visions he'd been given. A scowl creased the old Serevokin's face as he peered over the edge of the cliff he stood before, and eyeridges lifted slightly as they stared into the spray far below. The streams of days earlier had converged into a mighty river, and that river spilled over the cliff face and crashed thunderously to the rocks far below. "Well... this is rather unfortunate," he muttered, as he glanced around.

Behind him, Rael cocked his head and slowly crept forward. He sank down to all-fours before the edge of the cliff, and he frowned as he peered down over the edge. A second later he shuddered and scrabbled back and away. "I told you, we need to head around to get to the gates!" he yelled, desperate to be heard over the roar of the waterfall.

"This is where the visions brought me, Rael," Sera replied, his voice barely audible. He scanned around the cliff as his brow furrowed again. They weren't exactly in the middle of a mountain, but the canyon far below had to stretch far beneath the skin of the world. "This is definitely the right way. I was meant to come here."

"Were you also meant to throw yourself to your death?" Rael asked as he hugged himself tighter. "The fall will kill you if you're thinking about jumping! The Cult knows about the entrance! This isn't it, I swear!"

"Of course it is not," Sera replied, and he turned to grin at Rael. "I simply said I was meant to come here. I need to see this. To understand something." He stepped back from the edge and nodded. "You said you know the way. A cave system that winds down below the rock and soil. Yes?"

Thoroughly confused and looking a little annoyed, Rael nodded slowly "Yes... yes, it's just down here..." He turned away from Sera and started to regain his energy as he bounded away from the cliff face. It definitely seemed that the little coyote was afraid of heights.

Sera lingered up there on the edge for a few more moments as he peered down into the abyss. Wherever the river wound up flowing on to, it was somewhere far below the world's surface. Perhaps those were the Waters of Life that some mythology surrounding the Bastion spoke of; that the river that ran through the Bastion could grant a Serevokin reprieve from their short existence and allow them to live forever. Sera mulled the thought over before he turned away again and started off after Rael.

The canine didn't manage to make it far before an enthusiastic Sera managed to catch up to him. Together, the pair made their way through the thick underbrush until Rael stopped them at the mouth of a little cave. "This is where the Cult says the gate lies," he all but whispered. "In my life, I never thought I might come here!"

"We are not there yet," Sera reminded him, as he scowled at the entrance. It was barely wide enough to allow him to wriggle in. "This is... not what I expected of the gate to the Bastion of Revo. You are certain that this is the place?"

Rael's answer was simply to drop down to his knees and wriggle forward. He pushed himself through the tight passage, and his tail hiked up high for a moment to give Sera a perfect view of his bare backside before it vanished into the pitch black tunnel. The Serevokin quashed the surge of arousal at the sight as he set his jaw and shook his head. Finally, Sera knelt down as Rael had and started to work himself into the dark cave.

He had only barely made it fully past the entrance and beyond any chance of turning around when the ground beneath him crumbled. Sera cried out wordlessly in his panic and reached out for something, anything to take a hold on that could arrest his fall. It came in the form of Rael's tail, and the coyote howled in abject pain at the sharp tug. Rather than provide Sera a chance to save himself, the draconic only succeeded in pulling Rael down right after him. The two tumbled together down through the darkness, though they found no contact with jagged walls or sharp rock.

Instead they slid down a passageway so smooth it could have been forged by fine masons, and Sera's interest overcame his fear and adrenaline. The two continued to fall, but the sheer amount of fresh air that met Sera's face when Rael's backside wasn't tumbling across it defied expectation. It was cool and clean, not the dank, stuffy mess one might have expected from a subterranean cavern. His cries even stopped, leaving only Rael to shriek in the dark as they slid further and further down.

Rael was the first to emerge from the rocky passage, and he rolled out across the ground with a grunt. That grunt turned into a yip as Sera bowled him over, a tangled mess of arms and legs and tail and tied him up with the canine for a moment. When finally they disengaged, Sera glared down at Rael and shook his head. "And did the Cult say anything about structural integrity?" he asked from behind folded arms.

It was as he watched Rael slowly pick himself up that Sera realized that he could actually see the coyote clearly. Eyes turned up and took in the cavern, and they widened slightly at what they saw. Ancient stalagmites and stalactites protruded from all over the area, the cavern far taller and wider than anything Sera had ever seen form naturally. Light shone with unnatural stillness and cast long shadows from the shards of rock, the impression on the opposite wall left to look for all the world like a set of powerful jaws about to clamp shut. Elsewhere in the cavern somewhere, the sound of rippling water could be heard.

And then there was the light itself. There, in the middle of the cavern and stretching from dusty floor to rocky ceiling was a solid wall of silvery metal. A recessed archway in the side of the wall - large enough to match the mighty gates of Astikoraanna itself - exuded pure, white light with a steady, soft intensity. It didn't flicker like flame nor pulse like magic. As Sera stepped forward, he could only compare its radiance to that of the sun. Unlike the sun, however, there was no heat. The whole cavern, lit by the glow of the archway, was as cold as Rael had said.

Each step Sera took toward the arch, the coyote was close behind him. He glanced this way and that as if fearful. Rael wrung his paws together as his tail tucked in tight between his legs. "Be careful," he warned as he paused in mi-step.

The warning gave Sera pause, his curiosity overcome for a moment as he glanced back at his companion. "Be careful of what?" he asked as he waved at the archway. "It is light. It cannot hurt you, Rael."

"The Cult tried to get in... tried to force it," he muttered, and the coyote stood still as Sera resumed his strides. He watched closely as the old Serevokin made his way right up before the arch. "The Bastion fought back... powerful magic that they had never seen before. Power they couldn't hope to match."

With a nod, Sera finally came to a stop in front of the archway. The light shone coldly upon his face, but it refused to blind him. He smile as he looked this way and that through it, able to see only white. "Their mistake was to force it," replied Sera, as he reached up to gently run a hand up and over the metal of the gate. "This Bastion has been waiting for someone, you said. Why give up your secrets to someone who would fight you?" He smirked as he glanced back at Rael. "It is not the Serevokin way to fight our way to dominance."

With a cock of his head, Rael's ears perked up. "What is?" he asked.

Sera's hand just continued to stroke lightly up and down over the side of the arch, and his smile broadened slightly. "Seduction, Rael. Or, in this case... connection." His eyes sparkled in the light as he turned his smile back on the Bastion's arch. "I never dared believe that such a fortress could actually exist. So much power is contained within... power enough, I would hope, to recognize me. Not a conqueror or a master, but as a free Serevokin. A scholar, and not a cultist."

It was almost as though the Bastion itself had heard Sera and wanted to respond. Blue started to melt into the white of the archway, and it slowly turned into the same midnight blue of the old Serevokin's scales. Only a second later, the archway's light faded away. In its place was a round recess in the metal wall, sealed by black steel and lit by a small trio of white orbs. The orbs swirled around a central point in the recess' ceiling, circling and circling as Rael inched closer and closer with renewed interest.

The circles blinked off and returned a moment later, and Sera leaped back with surprise as the black steel wall parted before him. It separated down the middle, and the hiss of escaping air reached him a moment before the doorway parted before his eyes. Those eyes widened anew as they stared down a round corridor, with walls and floor of metal and bars of white light that shone from the walls.

And then Sera felt pain bite into the back of his neck. He roared out and stumbled forward a couple of steps into the passageway, before he managed to turn around. There behind him stood Rael, with a metallic tube about as long as a Serevokin claw in his paw. The corners of Sera's vision grew fuzzy, but he could clearly make out a sharp point at the very tip of the tube. Rael's expression was the same friendly, giddy one he'd seen throughout the whole trip.

Sera sank to his knees as he felt his whole body start to go limp. He fought to keep his head lifted, and Rael faded from sight for a moment before Sera managed to force his eyes to open again. Sharpness returned to his vision as Rael knelt down before him, but the Serevokin was so robbed of strength that he couldn't even raise a hand to bat the canine away. "Rael..." he managed to rasp.

The coyote's smile drew broader as he shook his head, and his features blended into a brown , furry blur. "Not Rael," he replied, and his voice changed in the midst of the name. It grew deeper, huskier as Sera started to slump to the cold, metal floor and fall into the oblivion of unconsciousness. "Thank you, noble Serevokin, for opening the way for me... but Rael is and always has been entirely a fiction.

"My name is Rolkotarni."

Eyes snapped open. Muzzle parted in a roar. Muscles tensed in preparation to fight as strength flushed through Sera's body. He rose from the curled state he'd found himself in when he awoke, and he sprang to his feet with a snarl on his lips.

The empty room was unimpressed with the ferocious display.

Sera's snarl faded from his muzzle as he looked around. The room was large, about twice the size of the lab Karyn was no doubt looking after in his absence. It was almost entirely featureless, with flat walls, ceiling and floor all a cold, untarnished white. Where walls met ceiling and floor, more of those bars of light traced all the way around the room. The light they shed was not so much cold as absent any kind of heat at all. The room was moderately temperate in spite of the coldness of the walls, and the floor beneath Sera's feet was surprisingly warm to the touch.

The only feature to the room, if it could even be called that, was the massive circle that took up the central-most portion. It stretched across half of the room's width, visible only because it was a section of floor that rose half an inch above the rest of the room. It bore no other marks or script, no symbols or details. It was the most interesting thing in the room besides Sera himself, and the Serevokin found that thought profoundly disappointing.

"Oh, good! You are awake; I was starting to worry!"

The voice - the one Rael's had turned into just before Sera had been robbed of his consciousness - came from behind the Serevokin. The snarl returned full-force to his face as he whirled about and raised one arm, claws extended and ready to strike.

There they froze as confusion marred Sera's face. He let the arm fall slowly back to his side as he stepped over to the wall. There and upon its surface was another Serevokin, white scaled and red eyed. It was almost like the wall itself had become a window, but Sera made no headway as he pressed his hand against the opening. Under his hand, the other Serevokin gave a quiet little chuckle. "I am not there, Kolseratil. Please. Give me a little credit; betrayal is the sort of thing that puts a Serevokin in a murderous mood. What you are looking at and hearing is a projection of my image and voice. I am elsewhere. Quite busy!"

"Busy with what?" Sera demanded. "Who are you? What is going on? Where is Rael? What magic is this?"

The Serevokin projection blinked and frowned slightly. "You know, for one so advanced? You ask a lot of questions you should already know the answer to. Respectively? The future, Rolkotarni, grand and ancient designs, all in your head, the only kind. Does this satisfy your curiosity?"

The lightness of the Serevokin's tone drew a growl from Sera. When he offered no response, the projection just sighed. "Are you just going to pout there until I explain everything? Really?"

"You lie through your teeth," Sera ground out from behind a clenched jaw. He balled his hand up into a fist and slammed it against the projection, but all it accomplished was to bring a spark of pain to his fist. "You are not Rolkotarni."

The Serevokin grinned wider. "Have you met Rolkotarni?" When Sera offered no answer, the projection chuckled again. "You are attempting to answer that you have not, but this is falsehood. You have met Rolkotarni, in the guise of Rael. Here; allow me." He raised one hand, and brought it down slowly across his face.

All at once, his whole body shimmered. When the distortion faded away, Sera found himself staring instead at the familiar features of the coyote he'd travelled with for almost two weeks. "You see?" Rael said, though his enthusiastic tones were those of the mystery Serevokin rather than what Sera was familiar with.

When Sera could only shake his head, Rael was replaced with the Serevokin again. "Projections, Kolseratil... Look, I am Rolkotarni. Even if you do not believe I am the original Rolkotarni, can you accept that this is a name you may use?"

Sera's jaw ground back and forth as he stared at the projection. If he could just figure out a way to project himself out of the room... "Very well. You are Rolkotarni."

Rolkotarni positively beamed. "Now we are making progress! May I call you Sera?"

"No."

The projection smiled wider. "Sera, you would call it magic. That is all you need to know. The truth would explode your little brain, and I need you very much alive." His eyes narrowed to red slits. "And you, unfortunately, had little life left to give me, did you not? Your health was worse than you realize."

Confusion rippled through Sera, though the anger, frustration and betrayal all kept it buried effectively. "I fail to understand what you require me for, or why my health is an issue. I feel fine, save for the rage."

"You hold on to that rage, Sera. It will serve you well." The projection of Rolkotarni turned away from Sera and looked at something that the trapped Serevokin couldn't see. "Rage gives strength. You will need that strength to survive. Do you know you were on the verge of your heart failing when we arrived?" Rolkotarni gave Sera a sideways glance and lifted an eyeridge.

Sera's eyes just narrowed slightly as he tilted his head up, a smile tugging at his muzzle. "I suspected it would fail me in time, but I could not be sure how soon it would come. I am glad that my death will disappoint your plans, whatever they are."

Rolkotarni grinned broadly as he turned back to face Sera again for a moment. "Oh, I took the liberty of treating you while you were unconscious... you know, you can sleep for a long time when connected up to some of the systems I have access to. You have to hand it to the old Serevokin; we built things to last."

"I am old and have little time left in the world. You cannot help that."

Any smugness Sera felt was sapped away as Rolkotarni shook his head. "Actually, I can and have. Behold! Your body is stronger than it was before, able to withstand the rigours it will be subjected to. Now you will live forever!" The smile on Rolkotarni's muzzle slipped away as he snorted once. "Trust me. You will justly hate me for the curse of eternal life, but such is the price you pay to save all Serevokin."

As Sera's eyes bugged out of his head, Rolkotarni sighed. "I cast a spell on you."

Those words were the kind that Sera could latch onto. "Serevokin cannot touch magic," he managed to growl. Eternal life? Surely this mystery Serevokin was joking.

"On the contrary, all magic flows through the Serevokin," Rolkotarni corrected. "Or it would, if it were magic. There is a web of energy - even I do not know precisely what sort - that is woven through the planet and maintained by a series of orbital solar arrays that..." He trailed off and frowned. "Right. Head exploding. Nevermind."

But Sera wouldn't be denied, and he growled darkly at the projection. "Do not treat me like a newborn. Tell me what I must know to understand what is happening!"

Rolkotarni blinked once and worked his jaw for a moment. "We - you, me, the rest of our people - are a shadow of what we are capable of being, Sera. The Serevokin are more than these strong bodies and short, lust-filled lives. Once, we were something so much greater.

"We were mighty, Sera. How far has the Alliance or that silly little Cult spread in all these generations? One continent. One continent of four. Do we even bother to explore the rest of this grand world we inhabit?" His eyes narrowed. "This is one world. One. The Serevokin are heirs to thousands."

Sera lifted one eyeridge as he smirked. "Now I am certain you believe yourself to be Rolkotarni," he said. "You are mad. Utterly insane. We are heirs to nothing, least of all a thousand worlds." He was about to continue on, to point out the impossibility of everything the projection had told him, before he saw that projection's eyes. They were still, focused on Sera with a seriousness that Sera rarely saw in anyone that was not his own reflection. It was the look of a Serevokin tasked with explaining raw truth to one who could not grasp it.

When he was certain that Sera was done, Rolkotarni continued. "There was a plague of some kind. A disease. It was, for whatever reason, utterly destroying the Serevokin. From what I grasp, there were even females of our race at one point. This plague attacked them. It rendered them infertile. Numbers beyond counting died stillborn, and our people dwindled from a grand empire to a small collection of nomads, scrabbling for survival.

"These Serevokin - true Serevokin! - were not the short-lived creatures that you and I know... that you and I were, Sera." Rolkotarni leaned back and stretched out his arms. "They lived for decades... some lived for several centuries! Some found ways to live for even longer still, like the one I met here centuries ago. Tosmikaalir was his name, Sera." His eyes narrowed again to slits. "Remember it. Sear it into your memory. He was the only one willing to do anything to save the Serevokin."

Sera glanced around the room he was trapped in. "And he built this Bastion of Revo?" he asked.

When he turned back to the screen, Rolkotarni looked only amused. "You think this a fortress? A keep, unassailable and filled with magnificent magic? This is a ship, Sera. A great vessel that sails the sky with a single, glorious purpose: the salvation of an entire people. All of their knowledge and accomplishments, concentrated in a single construct of metal and power."

"And how do you know all of this?" Sera asked as he snorted again in an effort to clear a tickle from his nostrils. "Did you meet this Tosmikaalir?"

"As a matter of fact, I did." Rolkotarni sat forward and his grin turned cool. "He picked me up. Brought me here. I thought it magic... that he was an avatar of the gods. He tested me, Sera. He pushed my body to the limits of what it was capable of, and then he pushed it further. And when I was found to not be what he wanted from me, he set me loose." The coldness of that grin was only intensified when he leaned closer to Sera and bared his teeth. "He did not expect that I would be capable of turning and fighting. He did not think that I would kill him myself for what he did to me.

"When he died though, this ship carried out a final protocol. It sought the nearest mind capable of commanding it - my own - and forced all of its knowledge into my head. I retain it all. I know everything Tosmikaalir knew. I know the full tale of the Serevokin, of his work, and what needs to be done." He purred quietly as he leaned back again. "I carry the legacy of an empire of Serevokin that stretched across the stars, Sera. And I cannot allow Tosmikaalir's work to be in vain."

"You killed him for what he did to you," Sera reminded him with a quiet growl. "And now you would perform his experiments upon me?"

Rolkotarni nodded. "I would, and even have. I tell you what he would not tell me so that you can understand. This ship - this whole world - is part of an accelerated experiment Tosmikaalir was running in an attempt to save the Serevokin. He needed to find a way for the species to survive with but a single gender. He found a way, of course... that we exist today is proof of this." His toothy grin returned. "But it was flawed. You know of the abominations of times past that emerged from Serevokin interbreeding."

Sera just shook his head. "Interbreeding that took place after the gods of the lesser races cursed our people. Before that, we bred freely."

"No, they came about before as well. The Serevokin Empire of the time avoided the topic... those that produced those twisted creatures from their unions were destroyed, along with their spawn. There were no records, and after the... heh, the curse, they were blamed on it. Less a curse, and more a global biological restructuring."

With a frown at the projection, Sera stayed silent and lifted one eyeridge. "The energy that permeates the world and everything on it is regulated by these systems, Sera. This ship commands all of magic, all power in all the world. All magic is, in the end, is the mental command to manipulate that energy field. Very intuitive. Serevokin do it naturally, when we breed, but there are blocks in place - blocks that my knowledge has enabled me to shed - that keep us from utilizing this energy field the way others do. It is meant only to be how this ship regulates our progress through the experiment.

"And now, Sera, we reach a wondrous new point in that experiment!" There came a whir from behind Sera, and he turned even as Rolkotarni continued to speak. "You see, Tosmikaalir needed another Serevokin to find this place. He needed one with a particular genetic makeup... a line that went back far enough to have a connection to the last Empire, and diverse enough from different lesser races to be recognized by the ship. Inter-Serevokin breeding would not do. Genetic mutation was necessary.

"I made the mistake of leaving this craft after I learned all I did, and it locked me out. I was catalogued and already used up... it had no further use for me. I wasn't Tosmikaalir, or one of the star-faring Serevokin, and so the ship would not open again for me. I had to finish Tosmikaalir's search and bring someone here who could actually open the door again for me." The white-scaled draconic's eyes flicked slightly and stared behind Sera. "And now you are here, and the experiment can continue."

As Sera turned, he finally saw the purpose of the raised circle in the floor. It had slid back and into itself, and from the hole it hid rose a platform. A large, black-scaled form lay in the middle of that platform, curled up beneath two pairs of leathery wings. Horns and spines trailed down from a crested head and down the creature's back, and the air around it seemed to shimmer as Sera stared. "And what purpose does this creature play in your games?" he asked, as he turned again to the projection.

The sound that came out of Rolkotarni was less a giggle and almost more of a delighted cackle. "This, Sera, is something I built from the ship's records. Biomass given shape and genetic material from information stored in the vessel's memory. Do you like it?" He nodded behind Sera at the creature on the platform. "Look closely, Sera. Enjoy this moment. You are the second Serevokin of our world to look at the origin of our species. This charming fellow is a great and distant grandparent of the Serevokin, and you are about to become very interested in him in just a moment."

Despite the overwhelming nature of the situation, the one thing Sera didn't feel through his confusion was arousal. "I find it hard to believe that I will willingly throw myself before this beast's base needs, Rolkotarni," he said.

"That is because I have not yet awoken it, Sera," countered the projection with a lopsided grin. "Already its body is producing enough musk to make you desperate to be bred by him. The ship refers to the energy keeping it at bay as a zero field - apparently it is a variation of an energy shield that the star-faring Serevokin once traded for. Pheromones have always been powerful for us, have they not? Control is very important... and you are about to lose yours." His grin only grew wider. "But try to have fun. I suspect you may enjoy him more than you would like to. I may even ride him myself later, purely for the pleasure of it."

Sera bared his teeth at the projection as he turned toward the beast in the center of the room. The shimmering light that had once wrapped around it like a curtain was gone, and even before the scent reached him the Serevokin felt the room begin to warm. There wasn't much time before he was completely dominated, if Rolkotarni wasn't lying. Claws unsheathed as Sera turned away from the projection and darted right at the creature. Could he be bred if its throat was ripped out? The draconic doubted it.

He closed in with held breath as the beast began to rise. Larger than a Serevokin my serveral times and equally as broad, its wings fluttered as it stretched out. Sera caught sight of brilliant green eyes as its head turned, and they narrowed slightly as they fixed on the smaller figure charging him. The beast snorted once and straightened up as it rose on all four legs. The roof was as tall as four Serevokin, but the creature almost bumped its head anyway.

With its throat now out of reach, Sera allowed himself to waste a little air on a frustrated growl. Eyes dipped down along the creature's underside and fixed on its slit. It hadn't even shown its shaft yet, and already the air all around Sera was drenched in heat. His lungs burned for air, but he darted under the confused beast just long enough to drive both clawed hands up against its chest.

There was no roar of pain or snarl of anger. Sera's claws refused to penetrate the beast's scales, so thick and strong were they. His eyes widened as he gasped in surprise. Serevokin claws were strong enough to rend scales from each other; what in the world was this thing? It wasn't until a moment later that Sera realized he'd inhaled.

For the handful of seconds that he found himself still in command of his senses, Sera was able to feel the heat that rushed through his body. It started in his chest, a sun's worth of warmth that curled around his heart. It suffused him and filled him with each beat of that quickened heart, and seconds were all he had before pure lust clouded his mind.

Before he knew it, Sera's hands had risen again. They ran up along the creature's belly as he all but rushed toward the source of the beast's musk. Arms hugged up around it as best he could, and Sera pulled himself up to drive his entire muzzle right up into the folds of its genital slit.

The rumble of the beast's appreciation was something that Sera felt more than heard. It rippled down its body and right to its slit, and then sent those vibrations right through Sera's body. The Serevokin wasn't able to moan the way he wanted to, what with himself so trapped against the creature's body. Internal muscles constricted his muzzle, pulling him up harder.

It didn't last; Sera's arms tired quickly as they kept him tugged up against the creature's underside. When he tumbled away with a grunt, his whole face was drenched with the slick fluids within the beast's slit. He panted heavily for air, but all he received was another pheromone-laden dose of the creature's scent. A glance up was meant to gauge his ability to press back up against that slit.

Instead, he saw the way the beast sat itself down. Large legs planted down firmly to either side of Sera, but they were of considerably less interest to the Serevokin as the titanic shaft that had begun to slip free from that slit. Thick as his arm and black as night, Sera found himself beginning to drool as he watched pre start to drool from its tip at a rate that would put the full load of lesser races to shame. There was no thought or hesitation.

Sera rushed forward and all but slipped into the puddle the growing shaft was producing on the floor. He fell forward but managed to catch himself on the larger creature's malehood. Hands gripped at it and squeezed tightly, and another rumble ran through its body. That rumble only intensified as Sera took the tapered head of that shaft into his muzzle as best he could, the beast's shaft far too thick or long to take more than that fraction.

The impossibility of the task before Sera didn't dissuade him in the slightest. Primal need was all he knew. If there was any suggestion or any coercion behind the pheromones of the creature he suckled awkwardly on, he didn't care. Supreme bliss radiated from the head of the shaft wedged into his muzzle, as he moaned around his full mouth as both hands eagerly coaxed up and down the rest of the creature's length. A deep, growling hunger grew inside Sera as new need burned him up. Each spurt of the beast's pre-seed helped to ease that hunger somewhat.

The slick, thickly-scented fluid spilled out almost constantly. It kept Sera's mind clouded over, broken down. The calm, collected scholar and alchemist was gone. In his place was the shell of a Serevokin, base and needful and slaved fully to his body's demands; slaved fully to the demands of the body before him. His tongue lashed over that tapered tip, teasing it into giving up more of that slippery pre as he squeezed the length he couldn't suckle tightly. Ridges all over that thick shaft pulsed and rippled under Sera's efforts, feeding the dominated Serevokin exactly what his body was begging for.

But not what the creature's body needed. One of its forelegs moved in closer and pushed Sera aside. The Serevokin sprawled out on the floor as the beast leered down at him, and it huffed out its breath slowly over Sera's face as the smaller draconic shuddered with want. His own malehood was fully extended from his slit, not so much drooling pre as spurting it into the air and across the floor. His whole body tingled and twitched from overstimulation, as that musk in the air flooded his body with heat and need.

He didn't - and couldn't - resist when one of the beast's forelegs came down and pinned Sera gently to the ground. It growled down over him and gingerly moved forward, and Sera had to crane his neck around that massive leg in order to see what was happening. Had he still any control over his mind and his body, the way the beast was lining up his massive shaft with Sera's little body might have been enough to induce mortal concern. All Sera could do was squeal with delight as he spread his legs as wide as they could go. His tail curled down behind his rump, elevating it as best he could as he squirmed under the creature's grip.

There should have been pain, an almost impossibly small part of him realized as that slippery tip pressed between his cheeks and split his body open. It surged in five inches at a time, short and stuttered thrusts that left Sera moaning like a whore. His body couldn't possibly have endured what was happening to it, and yet all he felt was joy. Bliss, pleasure and fulfillment all raced through his body as the creature above him filled him further and further and further still. Inches vanished into Sera's body, hungrily drawing the creature's shaft deeper and deeper.

It wasn't until Sera's stomach had begun to stretch with his body's need to contain the creature's immense shaft that it halted its thrusts forward. It ground slightly against Sera as if to gauge that it was all that the little draconic beneath him could take, and then snorted once. To Sera, it sounded for all the world like a sound of disappointment. A full foot and a half of its malehood was still exposed to the open air, and he didn't dare consider how much more of it had been crammed inside him. All he cared was that he didn't have it all, and even the surges of slippery pre jetting up inside him didn't help to ease that sense.

What helped completely was the feel of what he could take as it started to shift inside him. The beast above him growled quietly as it worked its length back and forth slowly, just enough to test what the body beneath him could actually take. It was as though it was perfectly created, crafted to the finest detail to know exactly what to do in the situation it found itself in. That Rolkotarni had made the beast to breed him no longer mattered to Sera in the slightest. He was lost in a world of pleasure, and his legs trembled as his tailhole was spread wide around that titanic girth.

Every thrust or grind set the creature's ridges flaring. They pulsed and rubbed up harder against Sera's stretched muscles. Sparks of pleasure flooded through the Serevokin's body with every twitch they made, and he squirmed all the harder beneath the beast's clawed forefoot. His own length, completely ignored, spurted pre wildly across the floor as it pulsed in sympathy with the clenching of his muscles around his backside's invader.

Each time he squeezed, it was an invitation for the beast to thrust forward again. It sunk in as far as it could go and then ground up hard in an effort to slip even just one more inch into Sera's clenching body. Crushing tightness around its shaft set it to growling rhythmically each time it pushed forward, and it inhaled sharply again as it pulled away again. Each draw back saw those stiff ridges rake out the pre that was constantly spilling up into Sera; that fluid that the Serevokin couldn't contain leaked back out around the beast's shaft and pooled beneath them both.

But there was so much of it and Sera so eager that the impossibility of the situation couldn't hold. The Serevokin squeaked and moaned with delight as he felt another inch push into him as his body - perhaps augmented by Rolkotarni in some way and perhaps eased by his own lustful needs - succumbed more and more to the feral creature's needs. Sera's legs spread out wider as he fought to lift his rump up higher, desperate to offer himself as completely to the beast as he could.

It would have been more than happy to take that offer were it physically able to. As it sensed the headway it was making, its thrusts began to pick up in pace as its own base eagerness rose up. Breath huffed from its nostrils in hot and heavy waves as Sera's belly stretched obscenely, the little draconic's body desperately trying to contain something it was never built to take.

When the beast's forefoot rose slightly to shift up and pin Sera by the chest, the Serevokin's hands immediately rushed to that distended belly. Equal parts aroused curiosity and lustful desperation, he rubbed firmly over that bump whenever it appeared. His hands stroked over the creature's malehood as best it can through his own body, as that body clamped down hard in an attempt to keep it buried inside him.

But it was no gentle lover that filled him. It was a creature, simple and pure of intention, and intimacy was not its desire. Its growls became more insistent as Sera began to push back hungrily into its thrusts, and it began to put more force behind the pumping of its hips as it split the Serevokin below him wide around its malehood. It's shaft made lewd, wet sounds as it drove down into that loosened, pre-drenched tailhole.

As much as Sera wished in those moments that he could see what was being done to him, the absence only heightened the pleasure. He couldn't see the way his hole was spread so wide around that thick pole of flesh, but he could feel every ridge, every bump and every vein as it slid past his tailring and down deeper into his body than anyone or anything had ever been. Sight was robbed. All that was left was the sound of the beast's mating, the scent of their sex and its need in the air and the feel of his body stretched to capacity and then beyond. That was all that was left, and Sera loved every moment of it.

Pain finally did come though, when the beast leaned down to bite down hard on his shoulder. It flared for a moment as the intense sensation flooded Sera's body, and it left him momentarily clear-headed enough to recognize his situation and how badly he'd been broken by Rolkotarni. He craned his head as the creature's shaft thrust in hard again, with only a foot or so of flesh not crammed into Sera's backside.

There was the projection of Rolkotarni, grinning as ever as he watched what was happening. His eyes were on Sera, not his creation. He watched on, silent and smiling, as the Serevokin that had 'saved' him was ravaged and destroyed to serve his own twisted whims. That grin spilled raw rage and hatred through the surges of pleasure that had begun to race through Sera's nerves.

He had no idea he was past the point of his climax's arrival until he was overwhelmed again by the beast's pheromones. The pain melted away under a tide of pleasure, crashing waves of white that stole vision of the room away and replaced it with sparks of intense feeling. His shaft refused to spill his seed for a moment, even as his whole body tensed up around the creature invading it. His body quaked with the pleasure of his peak, but refused to give up his seed.

The confusion he might have felt was stalled out by the feel of the beast's hips hammering at his body. Even unable to sheath itself fully in Sera's body, the creature rammed as much as himself home in the Serevokin's rump as he possibly could. Sera's rational mind might have recognized its impending climax as something terrible to be feared, but that mind was long gone. All that Sera felt in those last few moments was acceptance. Acceptance, need and longing. The beast was about to fill him, and Sera was incapable of wanting anything more than to be filled by him.

Then it happened, and all of a sudden Sera felt his body equally give up everything it had. What felt like a bucket's worth of feral seed surged up through the beast's malehood, and Sera felt the obscenely delightful load pulse all the way up that spire of flesh until it blasted his deepest reached. Such was the force of that first shot that Sera felt he might have been pushed up off a couple of the creature's inches were it not for the firm grip that pinned him to the ground. His own spurting shaft was ignored and forgotten, the pleasure of his climax swallowed up entirely as his body drank deeply of each surge of the beast's seed.

His back arched as his legs spread wider. He shuddered and twitched and pushed back as best he could against that surging malehood. He begged with all the feeling he could muster, but only his rump would obey. Clenching muscles pulled as much of that seed in deep as they could, though they needn't have bothered. Surge after surge rocked Sera's body. It spilled out into a pool, a massive spill that spread across the floor far and wide even as more and more of the beast's thick seed was fed into Sera's entirely twisted, bloated body. Words failed, but Sera just kept trying to push back into those pulses. He revelled in them. He lived for them.

And where the beast's flood of seed stopped and the whole room was drenched in the mind-wiping stink of its spent load, its hips stirred. It began to thrust again, as fresh grunts and growls echoed against the walls. Sera's eyes widened at the sensation of his sore muscles being worked again not even a minute after the creature had blown, but any care he might have had was washed away with a single intake of breath. There was no argument. There was no pleading to stop. There was no attempt at escape. There was the feral creature above him, its shaft pounding his rump, and the seed that it promised to fill him with again.

The projection of Rolkotarni watched the broken-down Serevokin hug up at the forefoot that pinned him in place. He watched as Sera bore back as best he could against the very thing he'd, only minutes earlier, promised not to submit to. As he watched, his smile only grew wider. Phase one was complete, but he had to prepare for the rest of the experiment. It was going to take time, but that was alright. Rolkotarni had all the time in the universe, and Sera?

Sera wasn't interested in going anywhere.