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((Warning for themes of involving a quadruped dragoness with consensual tentacles, egg-laying, egg-eating and ovary removal!))

*****

Neresa couldn't help herself, it was always a little nerve racking to start a new job. Oh sure, she had interned at the Proxima Centauri Aquarium for years, but now, now she would get to be a performer!

Even if it was for an 'after hours' show.

"Oh calm down, it's not going to bite! Well, yes, it might actually given it is a captive alien ocean monster anemone thing, but that's not the point." The loudspeaker from the control booth cracked to life, offering it's encouragement from the speaker on the wall. "You're going to look great with the new camera scanner system regardless!"

"Har har, thanks!" The dragoness groused, making a rude gesture towards the tunnel camera. "Maybe you should come down and join me!"

"Then it would bite me!" The voice was grinning, even as the sound of murmuring out in the main auditorium started to rise. "Come now, this waaaas all your idea."

"It was..." Neresa couldn't argue that, trepidatiously tugging on the warm robe draped over her graceful back. The gold dragoness was feeling more than a few butterflies under her scales, padding forward on all fours towards the double doors that would lead to the platform stage, and inky black water. "Are you sure it's not too hungry?"

"Oh don't be silly, it's not going to eat you!" The disembodied voice cheerily affirmed. "Well, not all of you. Come now, let's begin. I'm seeing some activity under the water, it's definitely curious about all the fuss. I bet it's already detected your particular scent."

"Hmph, perhaps." Tentatively, carefully, the golden-scaled dragoness tugged the robe yet tighter around her scales, feeling it hug the curve of her tail and muscles, and that of her egg-laden belly.

This was lewd, this was beyond lewd! And the crowd was hushing.

"Ladies and gentleman and agendered creatures! Welcome to the Eldritch Aquarium, where we show off the dark and foreboding creatures of the monstrous deep!"

Neresa took a breath, waiting for her cue, and pushed through the doors into the small floating aquarium's center stage, and the hushed crowd around it.

She couldn't see who might be in attendance, not at night, with the stars above, and the lights turned on her, but she could see the dark and shadowy figures, all leaning forward in attention.

And she got a similar feeling from the inky black waters of Proxima Centauri B's ocean waters rippling serenely below the main stage platform.

Excitement, that's what she was feeling, from her nose to the tip of her dragon tail, a feeling of electricity through her scales. The robe helped keep some of the shivers down, as she hopped forward into the light, waving to the spectators who rose up in cheers as she worked her way out onto the catwalk.

The floating aquarium had multiple stabilizers, but she still felt wobbly as she walked out there, over the black waters, under the watchful gaze of more than just those in the audience.

"...isn't she something?! And what a welcome from you all! Neresa holds not one, but three doctorates pertaining to exo-marine biology, and she's quite a beauty herself!"

The dragoness reached that last platform, perched over the inky abyss, under an alien sky, over an alien ocean. She imagined what it was like for those first dragon explorers. And what met them in the oceans.

Despite the shivering, she began unwrapping the robe, revealing far more golden scales and muscled limbs and, to the interest no doubt to the monster below and to the hushing audience, the heavy swell of an egg-laden belly. Slipping free of her dragon-designed robe, free and naked in naught but her scales before the empty inkinesss was a vulnerability so arousing, so sexy, that she was having a very hard time not imagining all that was going to happen.

"Stunning! Doctor Neresa, can you give us a good look?"

Neresa paraded across the platform, back and forth, thick tail swaying, head high, and proud, her belly swaying slightly with the weight of dragon eggs and her tail briefly flicking to allow a peek at the rather blatant flush of dragoness arousal from between her legs.

There was the clinical part of her mind, observing her own exhibitionist streak, observing the reactions from the crowd, observing the increased rippling of the water below, but to be honest to herself, her mind was awash in delight at the cheers, the hoots, the lewd descriptive language coming from the speakers.

"Such a fertile, vital specimen! But, will she remain so? This particular creature was discovered by the first explorers of this planet, and consequently, the population struggled to grow after such discovery!"

Some chortles from the audience, and Neresa felt the heat of how drastically lewd this experience was to be. With a wave to the audience, she reached the edge of the platform, and dived in.

There was a startled hush from the crowd, even as she started to surface. The water was surprisingly warm, with a saltiness that was unfamiliar to anyone that hadn't lived on the planet.

She felt...buoyant, swimming in a lazy circle with her tail and paws, again waving to the cameras and crowd.

There was one large projection, continuous feed from the medical scanner she had swallowed just before the show started. She could see her lungs expand, her beating heart, and the seven large, heavy dragon eggs tucked in her womb, ready to be laid.

Or taken.

"Dragons are used to being the apex predators!" The voice began, as she felt the water around her quiver. "But our lovely dragoness doctor here is anything but in these oceans. Look at her flush, look at her tail, she's feeling the creature's electro-paralytic now!

She huffed, not true! She was just...momentarily overcome with what was about to happen. She was going to let a monster probe her, rather than the other way around! Soon after that though, she did feel it though, feel the tingling in the water, feel the numbing sensation across her scales.

She gasped audibly, amplified by the sensors, at that very first touch. A soft, teasing pressure, something warm, something firm, something fleshy pressing at her dangling hind legs.

She wanted it, wanted all it was going to do. The mild paralytic wasn't enough to stop her, not from gently hunching, her tail briefly leaving the water as that touch wormed its way up across a calf, across her thigh, stroking greedily across the swell of her scaled stomach.

She couldn't help but squirm, even with the creature's gentleness. She was flushed, she was aroused, she was wanting more! Pressing as best she could against the tentacle, reaching, tugging, sliding it backwards as best she can, not against her stomach, not against her thighs, but between her thighs, pressed right to the root of her femininity. It was humiliating, how much she needed this, with no chance to avoid the stares and gaze. Tacit consent, eagerly given to the tentative monster of the deep.

And eagerly received!

The camera scanners could peer through the inky water, showing near-perfect resolution of that moment, of one rippling tentacle probing that already claw-spread opening, the still unseen creature seemingly grateful for the invitation!

And it happily squelched into the dragoness's sex!

Neresa gasped, her rear both suddenly rising up in the water, then dragged down, as another tentacle grabbed hold of her hind leg for leverage. Suddenly she was treading water across the inky blackness, forelegs paddling, and her eyes crossing as that sudden, pushing, stretching, gaping pressure wormed and squirmed and slithered it's way into her very depths!

The underwater cameras shown the thick trunk, stretching her thighs, stretching her netherlips, stretching her egg-channel wide, immensely lewd across the cameras as a third tentacle slithered up across her belly, caressing and probing, before retreating to probe between her legs as well.

And the medical scanner display showed the rest.

A thick gray tentacle was explicit, squirming through Neresa's egg passage, squirming, rubbing, stretching, it's mild paralitic leaving the muscles relaxed, slack, leaving her legs weak and her tail trembling, though the latter was more to do with the arousal, the pleasure, the embarrassment of being splayed open...it was too much.

Her eyes rolled back, and she paddled at the water as she shuddered in orgasm, the squirming, stretching, bulging feeling only aiding to the sudden wave of excitement.

But the monster didn't stop there. It had it's own interests.

She could see on the monitors, the tentacle encircling, opening, gripping the first of her eggs. She could feel the extra swell in her belly, feel only a faint hint of the discomfort she should feel, feel the sudden sensation of tugging...

...and see it slowly pull, swallow, squeeze an egg into that tentacle, and swallow it free.

She felt the stretching, her own muscles aiding as she 'laid' an egg down that tentacle, disappearing as a bulge down towards the inky blackness below.

She was left with bugged-out eyes as that second tentacle rooted about, probing, pulling, and stretching around an egg of it's own. And so, her second egg was laid, food for an exo-marine monster, happily, eagerly plumbing her depths for more.

Her tail twitched and flailed, her toes all suddenly curled out as those tentacles rubbed her inner flesh in just the right way, the sensation, the implication all too much, and another wave of pleasure nearly sent her flopping into the water, but the tentacles kept her upright, kept her above water, kept her breathing even as those breaths came ragged and strained as again she found herself bearing down and assisting in laying yet another dragon egg, feeding the eldritch monster below.

The medical scanner's displayed the dwindling number of eggs left, one after another, slowly but eagerly given, slowly but eagerly taken, emptying the dragoness over and over, until she was feeling quite less buoyant, feeling quite less rounded, save for the full sensation of tentacles curled up in her womb, three now, all probing, poking, stroking, stretching!

One last dragon egg, pulled through her channel, a wash of almost exhaustive pleasure as she felt it pulled free. The announcer was saying something, but she was too lost to comprehend, to understand, only hearing the hushed cheers and gasps and far more lewd noises from the crowd.

At least, until, something felt...tight. Something pinched in a sudden sensation that brought her attention away from the aching stretch. The tentacles were still probing, looking for more, and it seemed...one found something. A thin, stretched tentacle was worming it's way to where it shouldn't have been able to go, worming deeper than she had expected!

It was slithering it's way up into her left ovary.

She could see it on the medical scanner, see it curl, see it pinch and encompass, see it gently close off blood vessels better than a robotic medical drone, see it drag and pull and stretch....stretch her very root of femininity right out into her womb. And with an eye-popping sensation, it pulled it free, right through her sex, and it too was just another bulge sliding down to be food for a monster.

The other tentacles couldn't find her other ovary, seeking, but growing disinterested. Perhaps it had eaten its fill, perhaps it was tiring, so close to the surface.

The tentacles withdrew, leaving the dragoness exhausted, spent, twitching and struggling a moment, before she clawed her way back up onto the platform, dripping wet with more than just water, her sex gaped, her legs wide and weak, her tail flopped openly and lewdly, exposing herself to the whole crowd but she was too tired to care.

"Wow! That's worthy of a paper or two! Let's hear it for Dr. Neresa!"

The crowd cheered, unseen and loud and clapping and hooting, and Neresa waved a weak, exhaustive paw. She was spent, she was hot, she was empty.

And she so desperately needed to watch the tapes to see that all again.

*****

"How are you recovering?" The gryphon grinned, offering a mug of steaming tea to the bathrobed dragoness, his fluffed feline tail twitching in a rather blatant display of pleasure behind him.

She stuck out her tongue, but happily took the mug. "Surprisingly well! Those muscle relaxants the creature uses work far better than our more artificial treatments. There could be an application for them."

"You mean other than getting half spayed?" The feline hawk-creature teased, setting on his rump and grinning beakily. "Wow, I admit, that last bit was amazing. I was having a hard time not pawing myself off in the control booth!"

"Bad gryphon, jerking off to me losing my ovaries!" She tapped that beak of his. "Next time, it's you that goes into the water."

He scoffed. "I don't have any eggs to offer!"

Her tail tapped against the fluffy feline scrotum between his sitting hind legs. "I bet it would love to yank these out. Next time, you're the subject of our little experiment. Wouldn't take much effort for those tentacles to pluck out your big cat spuds."

And as she drank her tea, she mused how his expression was almost better than getting impaled by the tentacles had been! Hmm, maybe it was worth looking into, how cute gryphons could be when they're being castrated by monsters.

If she didn't want to simply do a follow up control study about dragoness sterilization again.