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_ These are thoughts _

"Normal Conversation."

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Crotak crawled towards awareness. His eyes felt as though they were dusted in sand, and even his wings felt sore. What in the seven hells happened?

He was in a small gray room five paces across. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, springy yet firm enough to support his weight. There was little ornamentation. He saw a toilet in the back, a table fit for only a single occupant, and a decorative lamp illuminating the room.

Some kind of clothing was stretched over every inch of his arms and legs. It covered his sides and back but left his ass, groin and abdomen completely exposed like he was in some kind of porno. The fuck was this?

The faint warbling of a male Banto reached him “Ah good, you're awake."

His head snapped to the left as he tried to lunge at the feathered insect only to find his body frozen.

Furious, he tried harder to escape but his limbs would not obey him.

The doctor looked completely unruffled, idly perusing the contents of what looked like a medical cart on the other side of some very thick ceradiamond bars.

“Don't bother, the nanites in your body are currently preventing voluntary movement below your neck."

“Where the hell am I, you sick bastard!?" Crotak demanded.

“You are in a secret facility on one of Xelonia prime's moons." Crotak's head snapped up and saw Councilor Sevak observing from a catwalk ten feet above. What the hell was that smarmy asshole doing here?

“You fucking prick what the hell gives you the right to-" His voice refused to sound. What the hell?

“Come now Mr. Crotak, there is no need for profanity here." The leering smile of the Justice Councilor made a shiver run down his spine.

“After all, we've given you some quite reasonable accommodations considering the depths of your crimes." He cleared his throat and the doctor reluctantly pressed a control.

Crotak took several deep breaths, his fury incandescent.

“Go fuck yourself you overbred cumstain! I don't care who you are I'm not going to be some fucking brooding hen so you can rub one off!" He roared.

The Councilor didn't move, but some imperceptible change in his body language made the pirate want to step back.

“You are not really to my tastes in a partner Mr. Crotak, so you need not fear any such thing from me." He gave a short glance at the doctor who seemed to shuffle uncomfortably at the scrutiny.

Crotak wrinkled his nose in disgust. The hell? He'd never let an inferior species even dream of touching him. Maybe if he asked nicely enough he'd get the honor of being ruined by his cock before Crotak killed him.

“Now I'm going to ask you to be a good quiet hen or the doctor will have my blessing to help you in any way he sees fit."

“Mother-" The paralysis reappeared around his throat and cut him off.

A few seconds later he could talk again. Sevak looked utterly bored, while the doctor had a hand held over his tablet, looking eager.

“What do you want from me ?" He ground out.

“I want to watch you suffer for your crimes; that I will enjoy the method is just a bonus."

And this guy was supposed to be the Councilor for Justice?

“Am I supposed to beg you for forgiveness?" Crotak chortled derisively. Not in a million years.

Sevak rolled his eyes.

“Hardly….We both know it would mean nothing coming from someone with your history."

The Councilor leaned in ominously.

“No, what I want Mr. Crotak, is to see how you grow into your new role, I think-."

A faint beeping came from his wrist and aggravation flickered across Sevak's face at the interruption.

“Yes?"

"Already?"

"I'll leave as soon as my craft is ready." He huffed before ending the call.

“It seems that my duties can no longer be put off. A shame, I was hoping to see the fruit of our efforts first hand. " He turned to the Banto who was making himself busy with something in his cart.

“Doctor Kanta, could you please finish explaining everything to the prisoner as you prepare him, and…do keep recordings for me as well will you?" It wasn't a question.

The doctor bowed deeply. “Of course, Councilor, it would be my pleasure."

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As soon as the councilor stalked off the doctor reached into the cart and started pulling on some gloves.

“If you let me out right now I will make your death- ." Crotak coughed as he was cut off again.

The doctor ignored him. A few seconds later the pressure on his throat subsided.

“Do you know your history Crotak? How the augments came to be?"

“Some fucking scientist made em in a lab." Crotak growled.

The doctor blinked several times in exasperation.

“He made them by gifting ordinary males like yourself with wombs and impregnating them with augment eggs."

Crotak stared. Seriously?

“His invention was far ahead of its time, but the technology has improved since then. You and your crew were given modern versions of his invention while you were sedated on the journey here."

“Fuck you! I'm not some breeder you smug-“ Crotak choked.

“Now then, as Councilor Sevak asked, I need to prepare you for your new position in life." Kanta pulled out what looked like an oversized suppository the size of his fist.

With the press of a control on his tablet, the door to Crotak's cell swung open. The doctor entered carrying the medication like a trophy.

Crotak hissed loudly. This tiny nothing would regret it the second he got out of this cell. His death would take days! Weeks if he had his way!

Rather than look intimidated by the pirate who could tear him in half bare handed, the little bird had the audacity to look amused. And that little tent in his pants was just disgusting.

“Now, I'm sure you are curious as to what changes were made while you were unconscious."

Kanta unwrapped the suppository slowly, as if savoring this moment.

If he was being honest at this point Crotak didn't care about what they had done to him, he was going to get out of this situation and by the Elders he would make them undo it!

“Though I suppose I'll have to make my words simple enough for someone like you to understand."

He was burning with rage, commanding his body to move, to do anything as the doctor came within arm's reach; prodding him with his gloved hands.

He felt the bird's fingers scissor inside him and he felt goosebumps at the surge of unfamiliar pleasure. What the hell? It felt like bolts of heat were running up his spine! His cock twitched.

“Ah, did you enjoy that my dear hen?" Kanta smirked. He pressed a button and the numb feeling in Crotak's throat disappeared.

Crotak roared furiously at the little bastard's audacity. The doctor almost lost his grip on the suppository as he reflexively jumped back. Crotak's eyes gleamed with satisfaction while Kanta's face narrowed in anger.

“I do not know why you need to keep posturing when we both know who has the power in this situation; hen." Kanta leaned in menacingly.

Crotak snorted. If he wasn't paralyzed the doctor could have been dead in seconds. He hissed in irritation as the numb feeling returned to his throat. That was getting really annoying.

“You can't speak or growl now, but everything else should work." Kanta chirped smugly.

“I think I'll keep you like this for a while, it's much more pleasant."

Crotak rolled his eyes.

“Now where was I…Councilor Sevak insisted on me making my own additions to your punishment, he said it was a reward for all of my hard work on this project."

A finger trailed around his anal ring and he felt himself shiver involuntarily, asshole clenching. Damn this overly touchy bird!

“For example your touch sensitivity down here should be roughly two and a half times as much as before." The doctor drawled, then without warning shoved the oversized suppository deep into the pirate's body.

Crotak shuddered and gasped as overwhelming spikes of pain and pleasure rocked his body. For a moment he thought he would pass out. It was too much, unnaturally intense.

“Before you ask, that medication I just gave you is an aphrodisiac of my own design. It should help things along."

Kanta glanced at his tablet and made a pleased sound.

“Right, Councilor Sevak wanted me to spell out what we had in store for you. I suppose it won't hurt while we wait for my drug to get to work."

This guy sure likes to hear himself talk….. Crotak glowered furiously.

“Now, far back when the Council was still planning to capture you and your crew, Councilor Sevak and I already knew how we wanted to punish you. We thought it would be rather poetic to make you bring life back into the universe after you caused so much death."

“Or at least that was how we could justify it to the others." The doctor confided.

“Though really we just wanted an excuse to turn you and your crew into breeders as you call them, it is a fascination the both of us share."

_ Just call it as it is, you damned pervert! _

“But when we started planning, we realized Netharak's womb implant was nowhere near enough punishment for our tastes…after all you and your crew have done, you all deserved something more…effective!"

Crotak wrinkled his snout in disgust as the doctor touched himself.

“Ah...It took some time, but the model we found was created by a black market brothel that catered to a….very specific type of clientele, shall we say?"

“Wealthy Tyradon would come from all over the Combine to fuck turned hens like yourself until they were so gravid they couldn't walk, then pay more to fuck them right after they laid their eggs."

“That brothel was very successful before it was shut down, thankfully we managed to copy their design before that happened."

He felt Kanta stroke his perineum and tried to jerk back. Why did this pervert have to keep touching him!?

“This beauty here will release at least two eggs whenever it detects an orgasm."

_ What!? _ He groaned.

“Pregnancy is then accelerated to three times the normal rate. So for your species, that means you will only take thirty days to lay your eggs."

_ *Fuck that noise! * _

Crotak's eyes bulged as the doctor pushed several of his fingers in his ass at once, palpitating his walls.

His body was starting to feel hot, something simmering under his skin. He needed to move, to do something; and it was maddening that he couldn't seem to figure out what he needed.

“Lubricant glands are now functioning." Kanta muttered under his breath.

He yanked his gloved hand out quickly and Crotak hissed, nerves on fire. It felt like something was dripping out of his ass.

“Even better, you will be further impregnated every time you ovulate."

_ *Fuck no! * _

He desperately tried to move again, but his body refused to respond. There was no fucking way he was going along with this bullshit!

“Like hens and augments, you can have at least a few dozen eggs in you at a time, though I believe our version has much more capacity."

_ *This guy is insane. * _

He was trapped in his own body. The doctor's fingers trailed down his perineum and he simmered at Kanta's audacity. Worse, his body was starting to like it, to want it.

Crotak felt like he was becoming feverish. It had to be that damn pill! He would never lower himself to be touched like this by anyone, especially not a weak little bird! He was no-one's bottom!

“The brothel's design required traditional insemination, I suppose it could have worked for our purposes." The doctor's face made it clear that he didn't care for the idea.

The heat was smothering now, consuming him from the inside. Delicate fingers wrapped themselves around his cock and he tried to buck against it as much as he could, unsure if he was trying to move away or chase the friction.

His arms and legs still refused to move, leaving him helpless to the doctor's touch.

Every stroke seemed to make him harder, his body trembling as he tried to relieve himself.

“We could have you and your crew impregnate each other over and over…but that wouldn't be as fun for me now would it?"

Gently and teasingly slowly, Kanta moved his fingers up and down his shaft. A whimper escaped his mouth before he could stop it and Kanta smirked again.

“So we installed a number of implants in all of you. One of them modifies your sperm and eggs. Every single gamete is now genetically distinct, as if you have the genes of every potential father and mother of your race waiting to seed your womb."

The doctor winked at him conspiratorially. “Perfect for starting a colony, wouldn't you say?"

Their fingers moved faster and faster, and Crotak felt himself barrelling closer and closer to the edge. His whimpers were constant now, he didn't care anymore.

His heart was pounding.

He needed to finish!

He needed to-

He NEEDED!

“And best of all, every time you orgasm, every single one of your sperm are redirected into your womb, ready to meet your new eggs!"

Shock-waves of pleasure rocketed through him as Crotak came, a warm sensation filling his stomach. He fell limp on the bed; loud shuddering breaths filling his cell as he tried to recover.

Kanta moved away as he pulled off his gloves, happily examining his tablet.

“And success, congratulations on your first two eggs!"

For a moment Crotak just stared uncomprehending as the rush of hormones coursed through him, then denial set in. There was no way he could be pregnant! It was all some mind game!

And yet a voice inside him was whispering, saying the doctor was telling the truth. There was a sensation of fullness inside him now, his body sated. Unnatural contentment suffused his body as the ova rapidly advanced and began to burrow into his womb.

The sound of the door slamming shut was deafening.