Seven: The Breeding Farm

Spike was snarling when he went through his physical examination, glad that Moony was not involved but terrified all the same. The ones to have checked him over had been dragons that he'd studied under to get his own medical position. They had been surprised to see him and though they had been gentle and spoken to him with the pity they gave any in their caste thrown into such a degrading situation, it didn't matter to Spike. As he was checked over, it was decided and determined that he would be able to start straightaway and drop with ease... although they were miserable as they had explained it to the council beings that Spike knew rule the place but could never see.

Spike was placed in a hood, annoyed by it because he would never be permitted to see another dragon's face again bar these assessors and the dark was thought to encourage him to breed more. He was take into a dark room, into a stall just big enough to turn in a circle with soft cushioned floor he could curl up on and sleep, but also wouldn't smash an egg. Once the eggs fell, he was given ten days to heal and then bred again... that would be his destiny, being practically fucked until an egg dropped out. He was terrified as they boxed him in, his nose guiding him to a feeding tube and fully aware that there were magnets strapped about his body... he would be held in place so that whomever was going to use him, could do it without him struggling.

There was water dripping into a pool he could hear and swing his head into to drink from, but he was little more than livestock here. He was reminded of the pigs kept for food, the sows kept in crates where they spent little energy, could barely move in case they stopped upon a baby. It was disgusting for him to be put here and think this was his life after everything he'd done, but very soon as the medics left him bound up for whatever time of day it was, lights shot off around them and he could only sense the UV lamps that were supposed to keep him healthy and sane and he snarled in frustration.

"I'll get out of this... I won't accept it..." Spike snarled in frustration, but the groans of disbelief and the whimpers from those around him made his lips curl. But then he was surprised when he heard the sound of another being talking beside him yet they were not directly beside him. Was there another cubicle next to his?

"Don't stress or fight too much... they'll hit you with a sedative..." The voice was a deep rumble, very deep and it sounded a lot like someone much older and much more powerful than Spike ever was. He almost thought it sounded like one of the rare Imperial Guard, great horned beasts with lean bodies but faces that looked more like skulls than any other dragon's. They were poisonous too if Spike recalled and he queried it as the creature gave a low groan. "Once I was... I was once called Wind Blaze, now I'm not even a name... not even a number."

"Wind Blaze? But that cannot be... they said you died in the Battle of Radak at least fifty years ago... you were a great hero..." Spike began, startled and lifting his head only to feel something pull him back slightly. He growled and shook his body firmly... Wind Blaze had wings, they were a big purple dragon with red eyes and their whole face was black with black fangs and nostrils so it almost looked like the eyes were burning into nothingness. Spike could not believe it, this being was one that had aided the old Emperor Galba to takeover sections of their neighbouring constellation. "How can you be here?"

"Galba had a weird interest in his guard and his generals... I hadn't ever once thought about being with another dragon before... mating was not part of the life of a guard especially when our lives were to be laid down for the emperor. But he caused something to happen in me and... well, then I was dragged here." Wind Blaze sneered, clearly upset and angry over the whole world that had thrown him here. But thankfully, his words and his talk were more comforting to Spike and he was thankful to have someone to talk to, but this meant that Wind Blaze had been here for fifty years and if he was still able to talk and what not, maybe Spike could manage it too. Wind Blaze sensed his thoughts and gave a sigh. "My training means I meditate between sessions and pray that one day one of the eggs might block me and kill me... there are some here who were hatched into this."

"Poor things... this isn't right... I'm starting to understand even more what the Big Guy is about with getting this all stopped and letting dragons breed if they can with whom they want... OW!" As Spike had growled it, suddenly he received a very painful shock into his system that made him shudder and drop downwards onto his backside. It was incredibly unpleasant and he heard the low snort from Wind Blaze to say it had been expected, however Spike gave a growl of frustration. He shook his body firmly, not willing to be involved in any of this brutality and yet knowing he was stuck as the way the shock worked, he could tell he would not be allowed to touch this hood over his head. "How come no one's tried... you know... escaping..."

"Because they are very good at breaking you for trying. Your best luck is to be like them, slip into your own mind, depart the reality of this cruelty for the daydreaming that will be easier to accept than what is really being done to you." Wind Blaze stated firmly and it made Spike grit their teeth in frustration to think that this was the way things were supposed to be. He then felt a sudden pain in his chest and he groaned and growled, gripping at himself. He was worried, this pain was when Boulder was with another and now, they might be trying to sever the bond on purpose and he had no idea if Boulder was willing or not. Wind Blaze could hear his pain and gave a soft snort. "You had a mate?"

"How... how I was found out... my babies too... my poor babies..." Spike whined, feeling the desire to curl up in a ball and sob but that this whole situation was too painful. He wouldn't be allowed to settle down and relax like that, wouldn't be allowed to sob and be miserable, all he could do was think about how much he missed them. His words intrigued Wind Blaze though, his next question caught Spike by surprise and took his mind away from the pain. He didn't know what was happening with Boulder but the pain became a bit easier and he hoped it was easier for his mate too as Wind Blaze queried.

"Surely, yours didn't hatch?" Wind Blaze's body rattled loudly and even some of the others had stopped day-dreaming to listen in as well. Spike was surprised by the question, not sure what Wind Blaze had gone through but then he was surprised to hear the soft voice of an older female, one that he was quite sure was not supposed to be here as she gave a low groan.

"Most eggs are taken straightaway, if you're lucky you'll get to smell them, your babies will always carry your scent. If you're unlucky, as I have been with five of my children... then they're sharing pens alongside me. Surely, you were caught because you laid eggs... it would be impossible to hide a pregnancy." The female was a curious one, she must be in the cell just ahead of Spike and when Spike queried her name she surprised him with a very famous name, the name of a dragon that used to be one of the greatest fighters in the arenas... he'd worked with those that had envied and learnt from her after all... in fact, she was the mother of the big twins he'd known. "My name is Magma... surely... surely you got caught..."

"No... I'm a medically trained dragon, I knew and I went to the Miniature Dragon colony, they were willing to protect me. But my mate had been unfaithful for a long time for extra rations and... when his old flame came for a visit she found our boys. My boys are beautiful and they're over a year old... I won't ever be able to see them again... but I got to raise them till now and... and my milk will dry up completely now and..." Spike whimpered softly, sniffling because he knew right now Firebrand would probably be crying for him and need his cuddles and then Sunstorm would be acting brave but then trying to cuddle her baby.

"WHAT!" The sound seemed to echo from the entire room and then they were all given a low vibrating buzz from the floor up. It made them all feel suddenly sick and their legs felt like jelly, a punishment for them all perhaps from whomever was controlling and listening to them. But the fact that none of them had been able to touch their babies was shocking for Spike to hear and he grit his teeth in anxiety. What could he do but say he'd been purely lucky and that they would have been perfectly comfortable and hidden well if only for Boulder and he thumped his head against whatever was there, only to find he splashed it into the water.

"Damn it... ugh... if only Boulder had been using his brain not his cock... his big, beautiful cock..." Spike groaned, frustrated that there was also a weird smell in the air that was making his nose twitch. In fact, he could smell something that was making his blood boil and his insides feel a bit wet. It was almost as if he could smell Boulder beside him showing himself off for a little temptation or getting Spike to give him a special kind of groom, but it wasn't. It made Spike anxious as he heard the soft chuckle from Magma as she practically purred to him.

"Then you will have the same luck as myself... there's hardly any big males that come in here... seems the big cocks are for those that aren't worthy of breeding." Magma teased, but she got a violent shock to her that made it obvious to Spike that he was very lucky to be between two very strong and powerful dragons. All the same he could not believe that these beings were even trapped here, that they were such strong dragons and yet they had been stolen away, presumed dead and only the elite knew where they were or anything about them. Spike considered his own existence, he'd known his father was his father but he'd only known the mother that his father had been bonded too, not the mother who birthed him. He could sense though that if she had been here... she probably hadn't lasted very long.

"How often do... do some not make it?" He questioned anxiously, knowing that the answer would be something truly terrible that he did not want to know, but Wind Blaze was the one to give a low sound of concern. He made a point that their medical carers ensured none of them suffered from birth or anything of the sort, but he was not sure he wanted to say what else there was to know and Spike could think it over himself. There were bound to be a few that produced unwell or improper eggs and... he could assume they were dealt with, but he got the feeling that it was the mind that died here and that was what would likely kill him.

It was terrifying, but he made sure to think about his babies and recall that he would break out of here somehow and rescue his babies.

Spike could only tell time by when the feeding trough was filled, it was done three times... once in the morning, once at noon and once in the evening with a twelve hour gap between the morning and evening. Spike was quite sure he was able to tell the time roughly through it and though every so often he was able to have conversations with the others, his body was doing things that he really did not appreciate. The scent that was so close to Boulder's scent kept being pumped into his chamber and when he'd been pondering with Boulder before about them trying to have another child between them, he could not help but tremble. His vent was fully open, dribbling and he was aware whenever someone was coming to inspect him.

On this particular day, he was being examined with a probe, his pussy being opened out to see how far the probe could go before pain. Oddly, it made him whine in dismay for how wonderful it felt but also how embarrassing it was that his body seemed to welcome some touching. Spike grumbled and complained that they should have put lubricant on the probe in the first place, the medics just remained silent and then left to check the next one. Spike was not looking forward to what was going to happen next as he'd been warned by Magma and Wind Blade that as soon as they thought he was good enough; they were going to start breeding him. It was embarrassing and frustrating because as the sound of the medics seemed to finish their task along their row, Spike was counting them and knew how big the room was and how many dragons there were stuck in here.

"Good news, today you have all been chosen to serve the royal dragons of each sector... it should be an honour for you all." The head medical dragon, whom Spike had not had the pleasure of meeting but had certainly probed about him a few times, was calling out with such glee that it was sickening. Wind Blade immediately seemed to tense and grimace at the statement. Even Magma seemed uncomfortable with the situation and she spoke calmly towards Spike with a low whisper so that he alone could hear them.

"These guys are rough and vicious... just brace yourself for it." Magma stated and it made Spike grimace, as far as he was aware these were the only dragons that were supposed to be allowed to breed anyway, but they were all entitled and unpleasant from Wind Blade's previous mentions. Spike was scared, he could hear them filling out behind them and then the sound of someone yawning and sitting at where Spike knew there was a door out of the building. Spike focused in on it, trembling as he felt someone standing behind him and immediately putting their nose to his pussy. He kicked a foot back but was prevented by the magnets from hitting and so he just pinched his thighs together with a low growl.

"Is this really how it works... I'd have thought a little more privacy was warranted... how ever am I going to be aroused when I can here the rest of you grunting next to me. I thought orgies were for the common!" The voice was raspy, proud and almost a tad effeminate but it came from someone who clearly had not been here before and clearly had high expectations of himself. It was enough for Spike to be interested in his words and immediately nearby, the deep rumbling of a bigger and more powerful drake that sounded like he was two rows ahead... where one of Magma's daughters known as Dusty, was kept and Spike could hear her trembling about it.

"Come now Prince... for the Emperor's own grandson you're such a difficult one to find pleasure with anything... some might claim you a killjoy when this is our privilege and rite." The big deep voiced figure growled towards him and the Prince, clearly the Imperial Prince, just seemed to stick his nose up into the air as if he were not going to become involved... or at least that was what Spike could hear. His actions seemed to keep his companions from doing anything and so the deep voiced one rumbled out to him again. "Alright then Comet Chaser... you wait outside, we'll do our thing and then you can choose whichever of these you want to play with."

"Ugh... sloppy seconds..." The Prince, Comet Chaser of all the names, scoffed in disbelief but Spike could see himself having a moment here and he gently called out to him, sounding as seductive as he could, if only because it would be easier for him to deal with a virgin that the brute still snuffling at his snatch.

"I'm brand new to this and have only ever had one partner before who was my mate... so I'm probably the safest one for you to touch." Spike called out, making the dragon behind him barge at his pussy more, really sniffing at it as if it only made him more interesting. This made Comet Chaser give a scoff before insisting it would have to do and so the dragon behind Spike stepped back and went to one of the booths that were free. The door opened and Comet Chaser stepped out and Spike took a steadying breath, only to hear the others groan and roar with pain, exhaustion and fury that they were all to be bred. Spike's stomach churned, he had not meant for it to seem like it was survival tactics and that he wasn't part of them but, he was going to have to be very careful with what he did as the sounds continued and then finally, everyone seemed to be broken and satiated.

When the other dragons marched out, medics and guards stepped in with Comet Chaser but he immediately shooed them out and then insisted that recording systems be turned off. Spike could hear he had long talons and long thin legs; he was probably the flying sort but if he was imperial than that meant he would be grey or mauve in colouring with the red fire stone embedded in his chest and probably had more spikes or frills than Spike had seen before. He shooed them all away, insisting he was not going to be told what to do by them or monitored and then he stood behind Spike and gave a grunt.

"So then... I take it you have a name. Unlike the rest of those pigs I like to at least try and have some sort of civility and if there is a likelihood you will produce my noble offspring, I should at least know which one you are if they prove decent specimens." Comet Chaser scoffed, but he was staring at Spike's body, not just his pussy but his whole body and shaking his head in disbelief that this figure didn't even have wings. It was a shame to him, they had lovely features, nice strong leg muscles and red was a very fetching colour. He was very keen to try this one out, their pussy didn't look as worn and used as the others and Spike's perfume was terribly pleasant... but at the same time he was not used to thinking he would have to try and knot with some nameless hunk of flesh.

"Spike... I was medically trained... you're clearly much more regal than your companions, I'm incredibly honoured you even want to know my name. I do hope I will produce you gifted youngsters... but if I do, might I ask a favour of you?" Spike knew that this dragon was a being with an ego and so he was trying not to smirk as he lifted his tail and waggled his hips to show off a little. The figure brought his nose to Spike's groin, sniffing it and quite enjoying the scent before licking at the pussy gently. His tongue rolled and stroked over it as Spike then gave loud moans of pleasure, quivering and trembling and dribbling a little of his inner honey to Comet Chaser's tongue.

"How brash... but go on, I'm all ears." Comet Chaser chuckled, pleased that just the slight touch of his tongue was getting a reaction, his ego soothed as he continued to lick at the spot. The more he licked and slurped at it, the more his ears pulled back to listen as Spike moaned and sighed, spreading his legs more eagerly and giving soft whine. Comet Chaser was very proud of the reaction and then paused, he was startled he'd become fully erect without even realising as he then smirked. He leant forward, leaning his weight onto Spike's back and feeling Spike lift himself up against him, moving and wiggling himself so the sensitive tip of Comet's form was touching his pussy. Comet licked at Spike's ear and only when he'd comfortable inserting his long form into Spike, heard the shuddering moan of pleasure, did Spike know he could speak.

"You have a very nice scent... very masculine considering you haven't done things before... but my favour... will be that instead of keeping me here, if I prove useful to you, you'll keep me as yours and to ensure only you produce the best, do that with any of my companions here that also breed well. Pair them up to whomever they seem to suit... that way it really will be only the most elite who can have us... and if you are to be emperor... it would mean all your fellow princes will be in your debt..." Spike spoke, Magma and Wind Blade both listening in although their bodies were quaking. However, as they heard it, they were curious as to what Spike was up to and clearly the medical dragon was far more clever than he seemed. Comet Chaser was leaning onto his back, his paws kneading pleasantly against Spike's shoulders and neck as he seemed to adjust himself and ensure his weight was in the right position. He gave a few smoky snorts, enjoying the way Spike moaned and his insides squeezed and clenched around Comet's form, the imperial prince was enjoying it but enjoying the words too as he licked at Spike's ear.

"You're a clever one I grant you... very well, in fact, if I do become emperor I'll abolish the farms so that anyone can breed worthless specimens... but only I get the choice specimens to breed with." Comet Chaser smirked, his raspy voice dropping into a low chuckle of amusement. His paws gripped about Spike more firmly and then he began to start moving his hips, slow and easy to stretched Spike open and to feel all the warm fluids making him tingle. He pushed high though, pushing up towards his womb but not reaching in as deep and wide as Boulder did. But Comet Chaser was pleased all the same. "Your insides are so warm... does this hurt you?"

"It stretches, but it isn't unpleasant..." Spike moaned softly, his insides quivering as he worked hard to clench them around the cock and move his hips with the motions. But he did want to make sure that Comet Chaser got what he wanted and so he whispered gently. "...you can be rougher, if you choose, I'm here to pleasure you, not just produce for you."

"I might bite you, hmm... you do have a very pleasant taste and you clearly want me... I'm fitting in deeper... very well... but I may knot quickly so prepare yourself for that." Comet Chaser purred and his claws gripped Spike's shoulders and his teeth then clipped onto Spike's neck. Spike bent down obediently, legs stretching wide and he gave a groan of pleasure as Comet hooked his paws back towards Spike's hips and opened out his wings as if to gain a little more strength. He then practically stabbed his hind claws into Spike's hind legs, creating the perch he needed as Spike gave a painful whine before Comet began to thrust hard and fast into Spike's quivering body.

Spike grit his teeth, moaning and sighing, surprised that this actually felt rather good as he felt this different cock plundering through him, pushing the walls to make different shapes. It was erasing the perfect fit of Boulder and any trace of him within Spike, but after what he'd done Spike was not sure he could quite care about it! But as Spike's cock thrust back and forth the dragon bit sharper into the red scales, grunting and groaning in utter delight and thrusting harder and aggressively as he snorted softly. Then he felt his cock start to swell as it was rubbing more and more against sensitive spots and Spike was whining lovingly, as the pair seemed to be enjoying themselves, Comet was smirking as his cock swelled up larger, filling the passage as Spike whined anxiously for the stretching before Comet's cock did something unique amongst imperial born, part of how they were noted... as he swelled into his knot, bristling hooks popped out and anchored into place int Spike's passage.

Immediately there was pain as Spike moaned out loudly, almost wanting to scream at him to get off, but Comet bit more firmly and seemed to grunt and continued to make shallow thrust moment, his hooks scraping at any sign that Boulder had ever been there before. Spike whined as he began to feel a thicker cum spurting into his body, squirting in deep towards his womb and Spike shuddered and moaned, drooling and whining happily. Comet was smirking as he tasted blood in his mouth but also felt it dribbling down past his cock, rather liking the fact he was marking Spike and pondering if perhaps, this might be a very useful relationship.