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"You know this will all just be some joke, right?" Freescript boasted as he sat back in a padded chair, his hind legs crossed and wings folded. "Some paperwork, a full body examination, then some injections like on Regis Three, no biggie."

"Yeah, I guess, but they were really picky about who they let in," responded a cream-coated mare to the griffin's left as she huffed strands of her orange mane out of her eyes. "Often it's just a question of whether you want cheaper accommodation for voluntary work. No one's ever called for so specifically."

The two of them had been summoned, along with several other station employees, to the closed-off wing of the medical bay. Upon arriving they had all been seated in a clean waiting room, the walls polished white and clinically sterilized. Every utensil in sight was crafted from sleek chrome and the automatic whoosh of doors opening was the only sound other than their hushed voices.

In truth, Freescript had no idea why there was some unspoken rule that they had to lower their voices, it wasn't like the Frontier Council was watching their every move.

Okay, so maybe that part's not right, I bet they are but... The griffin's thoughts trailed off as he considered the many times he'd volunteered for medical testing before. But what's the harm, they get their science-y results, and I get so many benefits.

Even so, it wasn't hard to see the sense of unease that loomed over the room like a heavy blanket. Not only that, but there was the odd fact that every other volunteer in here with him was female. From other griffins, equines, and even a dragoness, there was not another guy in sight.

Maybe all the guys are just off fighting in the Outer Regions? It was a swift justification, but Freescript was fast to accept it as fact. They don't know what they're missing, it's easy to get the simple life out here if you know how.

At that, the griffin was only even more confident in his decision to be here, and leaned back, his feathers ruffling a little as he at least took the time to admire some of the eye candy he'd been seated with.

"So you're not the least bit concerned that they were so specific?" the mare asked, cocking her head curiously. "I mean, look around, you're the only guy here." She gestured to the room full of females, but Freescript merely shrugged.

"Not up to me what the eggheads want. Plus, I'll bet they have countless other waiting rooms, just some logistics system put me here," he reasoned, before adding with a sly smirk. "It's a big station after all."

"Dude, we're in the maternity wing of the station?" The mare deadpanned, offering a flat look as her ears folded. "Don't tell me that fails to freak you out?"

Oh, so that's why this area is always so closed off? Freescript noted, knowing full well that population control out here was heavily regulated, and birth often artificial to help cope with limited resources.

Ha, so what, maybe I'll have a baby? The griffin looked himself over. Yeah, not like that's gonna happen.

"So, maybe they're just hurting for space?" Freescript suggested, but the mare appeared unconvinced as she shrugged.

"You literally just said it's a big station, we both know the Frontier is not short on space," she countered, only for her look to soften as she looked herself over. "What if they did pick me to be on the breeding queue though? Oh, that would be wonderful!"

"Eh, if you say so," Freescript muttered as he slumped. "I've seen what pregnancy does, let's just say, I'm glad I'm male."

"A rather blunt view of where new life comes from," she shot back, a hint of bitterness in her tone, but Freescript merely shrugged.

"Hardly, you get fat, grumpy, and all leaky." He made odd motions with his talons to emphasize the disgusting points. "Not only that, they make you work too. My old drill sergeant was the size of a hippo for weeks. Kinda hard to take her yelling seriously when she can't get all up in your face with a gut the size of a planet!"

The griffin uttered a laugh that drew some scornful glares from around the room. Yet he didn't care, at most he could be here as a sperm donor. He said as much, as the mare beside him scoffed and responded.

"Well, I for one would be glad to carry a foal, and I work in hydroponics, so it would hardly get in the way," she huffed, just as the griffin stopped chuckling.

"Won't be saying that if you have to squeeze into a vent or something," he told her, then added. "Plus, you assume you'll have a foal? You know they have incubation programs for all kinds of races, right?"

The mare blinked, seeming a little surprised for a moment, before she pressed a forehoof to her chest, stiffened, and responded.

"Well, so what? I'd love any child I gave birth to, even if I was only a surrogate," she assured, and Freescript rolled his eyes, recalling the many friends he'd had that had said the same about applying for surrogacy, only to find out they were in way over their head.

"Sure, sure, but that's your problem, not mine," he said simply as he leaned back. "I'm just here for the simple procedure, and the free room it comes with."

"Suit yourself, feather brain," the mare huffed indignantly, only for the griffin to sit upright and scowl.

"Hey, I'm not a..."

The buzzing static of the room's PA system sprung to life, cutting off Freescript's words as it announced in a tinny voice.

"Will subjects three-nineteen, three-sixteen and three-twenty two, all please proceed to their allotted centers. Thank you." There was a chime as the voice cut out, followed by a light shifting sound as everyone in the room checked the small ID counters they'd been given.

The dragoness and the mare beside Freescript stood up, the pair of them appearing unsure and giddy all at once.

Three-nineteen, looks like that's me. The griffin noted, standing with a confidant swagger. Of course they want me first, get the quickest session out of the way before the rest. He thought with equal confidence.

"Well, see you around," he mused to the cream-coated mare, his voice buzzing with bravado. Only she shot him back an equally smug look as she quipped.

"Sure, hope it all goes smooth and simple, just like you want." She pivoted on the spot, giving a flick of her tail as she trotted out along with the dragoness.

A stuck up prancer, that's all she is. The griffin thought bitterly as the PA system repeated the call for the first three subjects. I'll show her, when she's full with foals, I'll be home free living the good life.

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The room was not what Freescrip had been expecting when the doctor had asked him to enter. Its walls were clean and pale, just like everywhere else in the medical wing. At least from what he could see of the walls. For the sleek white was disguised behind a mat of moss, plants, and vines, as the small chamber had been terraformed to look like an alien jungle. He could hardly see the rear wall, whereas to the left, there were blackout mirrors he knew were clearly one-way windows. Above, a grated ceiling hummed with fans and air control systems, feeding a humid environment to the several large trees and ferns that littered the soft, wet soil.

It's like some exhibit at the zoo? The griffin noted, as his talons and paws brushed by fallen leaves and a small stream. Or it's some environmental training scenario, like back in basic?

For a moment, he thought back to what the cream mare had said, but dismissed it. There was no way this could lead to anything like she'd implied. Not that it could lead to anything he'd expected either, but he swallowed that apprehension as he glanced about.

"So, what are you looking for me to do, some gardening?" he asked with a slight laugh. "Looks like you got it all set up nice in here."

"Subject three-nineteen, your employment agreement has come into effect, please remain where you are," buzzed the deep, static tone of the local speakers as Freescript was sure eyes were watching him intently from behind the mirrors.

"Sure, sure, whatever. So long as I get paid and a room with a nice view," he responded as he sat down, feeling damp earth under his fuzzy rump. "So, is this it?"

There was no response from the hidden speakers, only a deep grinding as a slab in the room's far wall slid open, to reveal a burrow under one of the artificial hills. Freescript cocked his head, wings ruffling uneasily as he slowly lifted to his feet and peered into the new gloom. Four points of shimmering, emerald light peered back at him with hungry intent.

"Erm, guys... What is going on?" the griffin asked awkwardly as he slowly took a step back from the hole. "I think you left something in here with me!"

One clawed limb loomed from the burrow, followed by another, both tipped with sharp talons as they dragged out a slithering body of black chitin and green bio luminance. The beast had four legs in total, a strong tail, and wings like that of a scaly insect. Its body was sleek and smooth, shimmering like spilled oil, while tight muscles rolled beneath. Yet most striking of all was what sat below its crown of sharp horns, four glowing eyes, and a slim maw, marked by two, huge fangs. It was alien for sure, and not from a planet Freescrip recognized. Therefore, the moment he saw it, he backed right up until his rump hit the faded door he'd been shoved in from.

"Okay, okay, I don't know what this is, but I didn't sign up to be dragon food, let me out!" he called, glancing back at the door, only for the speakers to buzz again.

"Subject three-nineteen, your employment agreement has come into effect, please remain where you are." It was as if the voice was stuck on loop, telling him exactly the same thing as the dragon stalked up close, almost muzzle to muzzle with the griffin before it paused.

The next thing he knew, a large green tongue ran up his beak and over his eyes as the dragon licked him, then drew back and licked its lips.

"Erm... Ewww..." Freescript muttered as he rubbed thick drool from his feathers, before peering at the curious dragon. "Good... dragon?"

For a brief moment, he wondered if he could treat the thing like a giant dog, yet seconds later it prowled to his side and stuck its muzzle right between his hind legs.

"Whow, okay, okay, at least ask me out to dinner first!" The griffin exclaimed as his rump jumped up higher than his front, before he rounded on the dragon. "Whatever you want, you got it, just..."

It happened so fast, he hardly saw it, the dragon pounced like lightning and grazed his neck with its fangs.

"Ouch, hey, no..." He pressed a talon to his feathers, but there was no blood, in fact, the pain was gone in seconds, replaced with a blissful euphoria, a feeling that swiftly made the griffin very, very horny. "Oh my... That feels so good..."

The dragon gave him another long lick, and it was then he knew exactly what this was all about. Only, he didn't care, whether from the venom or not, he suddenly really wanted to be bred like the mares he'd mocked hours ago. Grasping the dragon's side as it drew back, he spread his hind legs like a griffiness in heat, fuzzy balls, and sheath exposed as he lifted his tail and cooed with lidded eyes.

"Well, I see what they want me to do now."

Seconds later the dragon rolled its hips, driven by pure instinct as a large, glowing-green ovipositor flopped free of its slit. Mercifully sleek with alien lubrication as it teased the edge of the griffin's tight tail hole.

"That's it you sexy, monster, come, fill this horny bird up!" he beckoned, no idea why he'd been chosen for this, but not caring all the same as he felt the dragon's girth slip in and stretch his narrow passageway wide.

"Oh, by the great egg, that's big!" He grunted, hind legs grasping the dragon's firm rump to steady himself as the beast shoved in and out with savage speed. "Umph, good thing it's so lubricated!"

Whatever aphrodisiac venom had been pumped into him caused the griffin to feel every stimulating moment. It was as if his ass had become a burning pussy ready to be fucked, brought into heat by the alien biology of his new mate. Yet he was still very much male, and it wasn't long before his cock peeked free of his sheath, lifting to full mast as it rubbed the dragon's rolling underside.

"Damn, I've never been rutted like this before!" Freescript called, his wings flaring as he bathed in pure bliss. "Ohh, I'm getting close!"

He could feel his climax bubbling up, the tip of his cock tingling with pre seconds before he came all over the dragon's underside. Hot, sticky cum matted his sweaty feathers as did it slather the dragon's sleek scales. Yet the beast was not done, and the moment he felt the first jet of hot fluids up his ass, Freescript squawked, claws digging at its shoulders as he called out in excess!

"Oh, my... Umph!" His face scrunched, beak clenched as he did all he could to take every load pumped into him, right to the point his belly started to swell like a balloon. "Gah... my tummy... so tight!"

The griffin looked a few months pregnant in no time, but the dragon was not done, and with another shove, Freescript felt a large, round mass roll into him and plop into the fertile soup swelling inside.

"W-was that an egg... Oh.,. fuuuu..." He could hardly formulate words as he came again, his seed nothing compared to the soup mixing within as more eggs found a home in his newly-swelling womb. "I... I feel so big... I... I can't stretch much more."

But he could, whether by some odd biological quirk of his new mate, or his adapted body, there was a reason he'd been chosen for this. He bloated to almost double his size with eggs, before the dragon was finished and blasted the mix with a final surge of fertilizing fluids. The last shove came soon after, as the two panted hard and the beast licked the griffin's huge, gurgling belly like a loving mother.

I... I... No... I can't be... The mare was right! Freescript thought, sure he'd never let that equine see him like this, even as he couldn't help but blush at the affection he was getting from the dragon. But I feel so warm and fuzzy, so full and loved.

There was no doubt in his mind that he loved the feeling, even when the dragon pulled out and started to cocoon him to a tree. The sticky resin secreted from the beast's maw pinned him upright like a ripe fruit, his belly all that poked free as soft eggs rolled and squirmed under his taut fur.

"Mmm, okay, you got me..." he purred to the dragon as the beast nuzzled and licked his tummy. "Though, don't tell anyone else how much I liked it, okay?" he joked.

That was when the door to the room opened again, and the dragon's attention snapped towards it with an aggressive hiss.

Awww, they're so protective of me already, how sweet. Freescript was flattered, at least until he saw who the dragon's next brood mate was. Oh no, why her?

The mare from the waiting room took one glance at his huge belly, and despite the dragon stalking toward her with a swollen ovipositor, he swore she grinned ear to ear.