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[b][u][center]Eggs for the Company

for Naball_Featherflight

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Lindsey tried to catch her breath as she burst through the rooftop of Mythica's corporate headquarters. Her shifted form, a harris hawk that could walk on two legs as well as flutter about, was bedraggled and damaged. The feathers had been pulled and twisted from several hair-raising maneuvers through the building's air ducts, and she sported several cuts along her arms, face, and one leg. The fact that she could still move at all was something of a miracle.

But it wasn't done yet. She had to get out. More specifically, she had to get [i]down.[/i]

Limping from the busted-out door to the duct, Lindsey stumbled to the edge of the building. As she leaned over the side, she could see dozens of sirens and lights going crazy in a circle around the building, and there were at least four helicopters well on their way from further off in the city. They were slowly sealing off all her available avenues of escape.

She looked toward the heavens. Flight might have been an option five minutes ago, but after taking that much damage in the ducts, she doubted that she had enough intact feathers to glide, let alone soar. If she jumped and didn't have enough, she'd fall, and nothing down there would be kind to her.

[i]I've already lost one form,[/i] the shifter thought to herself. [i]I can't afford to lose another.[/i]

Clicking her beak in frustration, she debated throwing herself over and trusting to luck, and was just about to do it when -

SLAM!

Lindsey whipped her head around. The stairway door was flung open, the handle denting the metal wall around it, and standing in the doorway was a wolf-woman. The other female grinned, her fangs showing as she huffed and puffed.

"Lindsey."

"Crystal," she muttered.

"Leaving so soon?"

"I got what I needed. I don't plan on letting you have a second shot at me."

"Oh, don't worry. The higher ups already told me what they want from you. Pity I can't see what a little death tastes like a second time, but who knows? Maybe after the new experiment is over, I'll get the chance."

She knew that there was no chance in hell that she was going to get away a second time. Lindsey looked at the railing again, but the second she took her eyes off Crystal, the wolf-woman reached for her hip. A glint of light off metal was all the warning that Lindsey got before the dart hit her in the neck.

Before she could pull it free, the chemical payload hit her hard. Dizziness first, then blurry vision, and then, finally, loss of motor control. She stumbled forward half a step, then slumped to the ground as darkness took her.

#

When she opened her eyes again, Lindsey knew she was in trouble.

Her wings were spread out wide and pinned in place with metal straps, leaving her feeling like a bug pinned to a board. Her arms were held over her head, restrained by similar metal bands, slightly padded on the inside, but not much. The dull beep, beep, beep of vital signs playing out of a nearby monitor told her that the company had something on her to keep track of how she was doing, but where it was and what else it was picking up, she didn't know. All she knew was that she had been caught, and...

And that she was naked and restrained...

A shiver ran down her spine as she tried not to think about what that might mean. Mythica was a horrendous company, but she doubted that even they were in the business of offering up prisoners for pleasure to their employees. They might 'incentivize' some of the women in the office to do things for the males, but she doubted that they had the willingness to sacrifice a potential experimental subject to something so bland.

At least, she desperately hoped so.

As she caught her breath, shifting her footing in what slight ways the restraints allowed, Lindsey closed her eyes and focused on her shape. She tried to pull her human body back to mind -

"Nnngh..."

Only to feel something cut her off. Normally, calling different forms to mind was enough to start the transformation, but this time...this time, she might as well have been born a harris hawk for all that her body shifted with her thoughts.

"[b]The Subject is awake.[/b]"

An intercom. Groaning through her clenched beak, Lindsey looked up at the walls around her. Metallic, shimmering, and without any door to be seen, it was as sealed a chamber as anyone could expect. She spotted three cameras in the upper part of the room, and when she looked down again, she saw a tell-tale dark dome in the floor, one that was probably looking up between her legs at...well, obvious things. The hawk shook her head, looking back up at the camera pointed at her from the opposite side of the room.

"I'm awake, alright. What do you want?"

"[b]The Subject has shown remarkable resilience. It has been decided by the Board to use her as a test subject for other serums being developed for shifters.[/b]"

"...I am not your test subject."

"[b]You have been restrained, and are profiting from the intellectual property of Mythica. The Board is on firm legal ground to use you as they see fit.[/b]"

Lindsey knew that there was no use arguing with the voice in the wall. Whether this was 'legal' or not, she was going to be put through the wringer until she could find a way to get free. Considering how she had damaged Mythica already, and her reputation for pulling off the impossible, she doubted that they were going to give her the chance.

Before she could brace herself, a mechanical arm emerged from the wall bside her. It darted forward, the needle at the tip sinking into her neck. Something warm flowed through for a second or two, then the needle withdrew.

As the point of injection started healing, the warmth spread. Lindsey could feel it going through her vein, then down to her chest, and from there, everywhere. She'd been treated to enough chemicals to know an aphrodisiac when she felt it, but there was something else there, something that was going further, going deeper. She tried to focus on it, feeling it as it spread through her body, going from her blood to her middle, and - and more specifically, to her...to her womb.

The restraints caught her as she doubled over with a gasp, feeling [i]something[/i] forming inside of her. As the warmth consolidated in her womb, getting heavier and heavier, she realized that not only was something growing, but it was getting solid. More solid, more firm with each passing second. The feathers around her middle started to push outward, rapidly growing into a more familiar shape than she wanted to admit.

"Nnngh...eggs..."

"[b]The Subject has understood what is happening to her.[/b]"

It was so obvious that it was impossible not to understand, but the sudden bursts of swelling kept cutting her off before she could catch her breath enough to comment. Lindsey would have fallen to her knees already were it not for the restraints around her wrists and wings. As it was, she was dangling from them just enough to make her feel the tug on her wrists and arms. She struggled to stand up straight, trying to avoid injuring her wrists, but the constant growth in her middle made that almost impossible. She could already feel the distinct bumps of the eggs inside of her, but it was the clenching, the spasming that went with all of that which made it so hard to focus.

[i]Nnngh...making me make eggs...Must be...must be some booster to the system...[/i]

There was always the chance of a shifter getting pregnant and dealing with the effects of going through that animal's pregnancy, but most of them were smart enough to shift before the pregnancy could happen, if they were having sex in their shifted form at all. She had to remind herself that there was a good chance that none of the eggs were fertile, that they were just forced down as if she had spent the last month or more in her hawk form. It might just be that. It might not be -

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

The pressure kept growing, getting stronger by the second. She only then realized that there were restraints around her talons, as well, because they started pulling her legs further apart. The camera on the floor seemed all the more obvious as her legs were pulled apart, exposing her sex, and -

Clench.

Clench.

Clench.

Something [i]deep[/i] was getting pulled down, and she twittered as she felt the bulge of an egg slide into a place that she'd never imagine feeling [i]anything[/i] so large. Lindsey gasped for breath as it started working its way down, her legs shaking as the chemical in her blood not only pushed her body to lay eggs, but made her [i]like[/i] it.

"Nnngh...no...no..."

"[b]The Subject is close to laying her first egg.[/b]"

Hearing that didn't make it better. As a matter of fact, it made it quite a bit more humiliating.

Her cheeks burning beneath the feathers and her beak aching as she clenched it so tightly shut, she had to ride out the feeling of the egg going lower, lower, and lower still until one end finally poked out between her pussy lips. It was just big enough that the egg stopped itself there, but there were so many more in her womb that would have to come out. If nothing else, the sheer weight of all the other eggs would push the first one out, and -

Another whimper escaped her as she shivered and shook, her body squeezing down on the egg even as she tried to get it to ignore its instincts. Giving in would make her less a person and more a bird, more a thing, and -

And she couldn't stop herself. The egg pushed against her pussy, her lips flexing and then releasing, then clenching again. Up, down, up, down, before it pushed its way to its widest point. It filled her with pain and pleasure alike, and -

POP!

It burst out, landing on the floor with a crack. She squawked before she could stop herself as it rolled away, only to see a bit of yolk come free.

Not fertile.

Not a chick.

"[b]The Subject has laid her first egg. Count how many come, and how she reacts.[/b]"

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A young woman is caught by a corporation and subjected to a serum that will make her lay eggs.

Tags: F/solo, Semi-Human, Transformed, Bird, Harris Hawk, Wolf, Cyberpunk, Bondage, Egg Laying, Humiliation, Noncon, Forced Pleasure,