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Lathera paced back and forth at the back of her cage. Her paws crushed the straw and scuffed it up as she burned off restless energy that had built up over days of enforced idleness. The sun glinted off her scales as she moved back in the opposite direction and kept her eyes locked on the courtyard. She had been moved into a new cage days ago and since than had been left to her own devices. The cage was an improvement both in size and in location. The courtyard was massive and her cage had been built into the surrounding walls to give her more space that she could maneuver in. Since she'd been moved her only glimpses of her keeper had only happened when it was time to feed her. Other than that she had been allowed to have relative peace.

Every nerve on her body shivered with the desire to keep moving. Her body refused to stay still, not when she had a chance to keep herself in shape. It was a lesson that didn't come from any training she had ever received; it had come from the instincts of the body she wore. The fact that each day she woke up she expected the peace to be shattered only kept her on edge. She had paced the length of her cage so many times that she knew where each place her foot would fall with each step. It was larger than her former prison, but it didn't mean she was free. Not from the strange manor house or from her own thoughts. Not even sleep let her believe that she had freedom for her dreams echoed the captivity that she suffered. And the thoughts that came when she was awake offered no chance at solace.

She was bearing a clutch. In the last two weeks she had felt her body stirring with the ancient needs of a breeding female. She could no more ignore the food shoved under the grate than she could claw the growing eggs from her stomach. By the time meal time came her stomach was cramped with hunger for the meat as well as the calcium rich bones that it clung too. It shamed her that she so eagerly snapped up the draw still bleeding meat and savored the salty sweet taste of the blood, but its what her body craved. The white bones served to reinforce the calcium that was being stolen from her body to thicken the eggs that grew inside of her. The eggs of some strange hybrid creature and she had no idea what they would become.

Or even how many there are. _ She shuddered at her thought. _Or how big. The creature that forced them on me is huge! Can my body even give birth to them?

That thought, above all of them, was the one that made her flinch in real terror. She had laid eggs before and, while it was painful, they hadn't done any real damage to her. She had heard about bitches put to dogs that were too large and even some mares placed to draft studs. In either case, what she had heard didn't bode well for her. The young that grew inside the dam's womb was too large for the small creature to carry. In the end the creature would be unable to actually birth its young safely because her body wouldn't be able to adjust to being opened that way. Any breeder worth their salt knew that would be the case. Which led her to the question just what would happen with the eggs? The animal she had been bred to had outweighed her by far and, from her own experience with egg laying, dracine eggs were large enough already.

She dropped down on her haunches and twisted her head to look beneath her chest. She didn't have to peer hard to see how much she'd grown. Her lower stomach was normally tucked up tight between her haunches like a finely bred hound, but now it was distended with eggs. The hide brushed against her hind legs as she gazed at her own scales. The blue armor was normally joined tightly to each scale to make it hard to penetrate, but now it showed signs of being forced open. When she moved just right she could see a glimpse of the cream colored under scales. Her mind tried to focus on when she had carried eggs before, but none of what she knew had to do with how large she had gotten. For all she knew her state could be normal or horrifically out of proportion. If the eggs grew relative to the size of the drapen how would she give birth to them?

Lathera winced reflexively at that thought. She only knew tidbits of how animals were birthed, but it was likely that if they were too large the first egg would wedge inside of her where she couldn't push it out. If her hips weren't broad enough there wasn't anything she could do to get it out and there wouldn't be anything a human could do to help her. They could break the egg, but would they? She knew where she stood in the scheme of things with how valuable she was. This place seemed to care nothing for the animals that it kept. It was likely they wouldn't think twice about sacrificing her to preserve the precious eggs. Would they even attempt to keep her alive? Could they keep her alive even if they wanted too?

A sick feeling rose up in her stomach and she slowly dropped down to lie on the straw that was scattered over the stones. The eggs shifted strangely in her stomach as the clutch settled into the new position. The sensation didn't take away the sick feeling though. If the eggs were too big for her to produce normally they would have to get them out. If the eggs were as valuable as they seemed to infer they could only do one thing. Cut them out of her while she was either freshly dead or still alive. She forced back the taste of bile as a tremor passed through her body. Her only hope was that they were of a size she could lay easily, but her mind snapped at her with doubts. It produced vivid images of just how large the sire had been.

_If I thought anyone would listen, I would pray.. _ She thought wistfully. Her answer came in the form of a nauseating ripple and tensing of her stomach muscles as her egg chamber contracted around its contents.

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Sean watched the handlers wrestling with the pair of male dracine with a cautious eye. The guide poles controlled the creatures, but they were damned clever about finding ways around them. They had no interest in obeying their human masters and made it clear. Tintalia had given him a job in which there was no hope of success. He couldn't train the beasts to do anything at this age and she was remarkably close lipped about any of the clutches that were supposedly laid. If he could just get his hands on a strong male hatchling he might actually have some luck. A dominant enough tame male could be used to force the lesser ones into some semblance of submission, but for the moment he was forced to watch the handlers make every mistake he had ever imagined.

"Damnit! Stop tugging that hard! Let the creature have some slack and you follow it. It has to be used to you being closer than that. If you keep hauling it around it's just going to hate you more." He shouted the words with a renewed feeling of irritation.

:Or you could just turn them loose. Why should humans command animals blessed with fangs and claws? You have to wave about silly bits of metal to be called fearsome.: Ishtar's familiar mind voice sounded amused and disgusted. :You could be doing something more worthy than sitting here watching these idiots.:

Sean watched as one of the shorter heavier set handlers tried to let his beast lead him around the courtyard. :Like chasing your dream? I don't think so. I've been given a job and I intend to do it. Besides, you even admitted that you hadn't felt her since that night. It was probably just a dream.:

He felt a tremor of anger and received the mental image of the beak like muzzle snapping in the air. :I don't dream like that, human! You'll keep looking for her when this is done.:

It wasn't so much as he felt the drapen leave his thoughts, instead there was the sense of being the focus of Ishtar's mind. Over the last three weeks he had recovered from his fever and found his mind rarely alone. The drapen's seemed to enjoy observing the world outside of his cage and given the beast's confinement Sean was loathe to try and lock him out. Not that he was sure he could if he wanted to. There was also something oddly comforting about the presence. While Ishtar often spoke acidly and sharply, he also provided his own unique take on how he perceived the world. At first it had been irritating to have someone give him side comments throughout his day, but it had slowly become something he counted on.

The drapen's acidic humor was often a source of stress relief for Sean. His days of recovery had not been idle. He had been forced to try and tame down the male dracine, work with the female dracine personally and had Ishtar's training pushed into his hands. The fact he was well aware that the drapen wasn't just an animal made working with him that much harder. He was under no illusions that he could command the fierce creature. Ishtar seemed to get wicked amusement out of giving him a constant stream of vague insults and helpful insights into what he was doing wrong. Sean neither expected nor wished the drapen to calmly behave like a trained horse, but the ways Ishtar exerted himself often left him bruised, scratched and exhausted. And the creature didn't seem to have any intention of letting him get off easily.

:If I pull a blow of my wing or claws it will be obvious. You wouldn't want them to know I'm your intellectual superior would you?: Had been the drapen's reply when he'd complained. Sean almost longed for the days he had spent in his sick bed.

"Sean! There you are!" Sean blinked his eyes and came back to the present and the unwelcome sight of Rogeth ducking along the edge of the training grounds. The man was impeccably groomed as usual and seemed entirely ignorant of the fact that the drakes were hissing and lunging at him in response to his intrusion.

"My Lord," He gritted his teeth at the phrase. "You shouldn't come down here during training. The dracine are still being worked with."

"I shouldn't worry about it. Her Ladyship has sent me to fetch you." The tall man tilted his head to one side. The mobile lips curved up in a hint of a smile. "There's a delicate matter that you're needed to attend too. As you have already had experience, I'm sure you'll serve admirably."

:Hopefully not in that woman's bedroom.: Ishtar's comment was a hiss of anger in his mind. It was a sentiment that Sean agreed with entirely. Tintalia had started hinting that he would do well in her bedroom. The hints had been followed with attempts to waylay him in the halls and once in his own bed.

"I should be pleased to help, but I may not be as adept as you think I am." He kept his words polite as he could. :If she tries ambushing me again, I may start sleeping in your cage at night!:

A snort of disgust was his only response as he followed behind Rogeth. Sean was almost positive that he wasn't joking. It would be better to sleep in a cage than deal with the not so unsubtle hints that she wanted to know if he'd breed like the animals he had supposedly come from.

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Lathera kept her body still as she tried to fight back the next strange clench of her stomach. It wasn't the contractions that preceded laying a clutch, of that much she was sure, but it didn't stop either. It felt as if something was pushing against the inside of her egg chamber, but never in the same place twice as she lashed her tail against the ground. She didn't dare make a sound, not when she had no idea what their reactions would be. She could all too easily imagine how they would slice her stomach open to get at their prize. She forced herself to remain still and quiet through each rippling movement that made her feel as if she were about to be sick.

Despite her attempt to keep silent, it seemed that her keepers were either watching her from afar or her continued run of bad luck was going to rear its head. Her sense of something moving in her stomach intensified as she heard the sound of footsteps on the path. They weren't the familiar heavy steps of her normal keeper. They were heavy and there was more than one pair of them. She lifted her head and heaved herself onto all fours with a soft hiss as shadows detached from the walkway into the courtyard and materialized two men. The one who had been caged with her and the one who seemed to be in charge. She twisted her lips back in a silent snarl as she pulled back away from the front of the cage and tried to keep her haunches tucked down towards the ground. The position allowed her to cover her stomach protectively.

_Maybe they just want to see how I'm coming along. If I can just make sure they can't see my stomach move they'll leave me alone. _ She narrowed her eyes and lowered her forequarters slightly to hide the sudden shifting of the eggs inside of her. Why couldn't they have just been still?

"We've been leaving her alone. Too much stress could make her abort the eggs and as you can see she's well along with them." The tall fair looking man turned his head to his companion. "I've had a few eyes watching her and I think she's about due for some intervention."

"She's going to lay the eggs now?" Lathera shifted her gaze to the man who'd been caged with her. San? Sean? That was it, Sean. His skin seemed paler and drawn as he looked at her. "I thought she'd carry them longer given her size."

"Oh she won't have her young for a while yet." The other man came closer to the cage and crouched down on the balls of his heels. "Strange creatures, drapens. They don't just carry eggs, but modified live young. That's why Ishtar's our only live one. We didn't know his dam wasn't going to lay the eggs. They actually partially hatch in the egg chamber and are than born young. I thought it would be any day now this would be happening."

"What did you want me to do? I don't have any experience with this sort of thing!"

"You took her eggs out once, this isn't exactly like that, but I can guide you." The man tilted his head up towards his companion, "You've shared so much with her already, I thought you'd be upset if you didn't make sure of this little procedure. I'll call in a few handlers to get her set up and we'll discuss how we can make sure those eggs hatch properly."

Eggs? Hatching inside of her. She let her lips fall down over her teeth as her stomach stirred again. Why would she have eggs hatching inside of her? Her stomach rippled as she felt the eggs shifting again and twisted her head down to watch. One of the orbs was pushed up taut against her stomach until she could feel the vibrations from it. It made her stomach feel more uncomfortable than before as she imagined what was going on inside of her. Her eyes rolled up fearfully as she heard people approaching her cage and let out a spitting hiss of warning. Whatever she was about to be a part of, she did not want to experience!

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Sean alternated between feel horrifyingly embarrassed and outright terrified that Rogeth knew something. The casual comment about them having been through too much could have simply been how he had captured her, but his paranoia produced other ideas. Did the man know what he had done with the poor dracine? Did he have any idea the primal lust and desire he had given into? For the first time in weeks he stared at the blue scaled female and only felt horror. Her stomach had become swollen with her pregnancy. A pregnancy that he had had a hand in. He wanted to bolt and leave this entire situation behind, but that would only make more questions. And they were definitely not ones he was ready to answer. It took all of his strength to stay beside Rogeth. Even when he reached to Ishtar for moral support he found the familiar mind strangely absent.

"Now, your hand is far smaller than mine. What you need to do is go through the anal ring with one hand and keep your other against her stomach." Rogeth gave him a long look. "You'll feel the eggs in there and they'll be trying to push out of the shells. The shells are more leathery than hard, but its still a struggle. They don't have enough room to move around in the animal since they're crowded in there. You'll guide the eggs and shift them so that there's enough room for them to tear free."

"Someone else can do this! I'm not going to torment that animal because-" Sean let his anger fill his tone.

"I could, but you're the only one that has any real experience with them. I know in theory what needs to happen, but I've never gotten an. . . . intimate knowledge of their reproductive systems." Rogeth gave him a longer look and it was one that made the heat rise to Sean's cheeks.

He let out a curse and turned his head back to the cage where the men were pulling and getting the beast out of the cage. The blue scaled female came out hissing and snarling on the guide pole, but it was a distraction from the implications of what Rogeth had said. Did the man know what happened? Or was he just referring to how he'd had to remove her eggs? With the beast out of the cage he felt a new appreciation for the size of her. The long tail lashed and her gravid form lunged at the pole as they pushed her towards a device being put together. It was obvious the eggs were shifting now and he had a glimpse of how much they'd stretched her body to carry them. His eggs.

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_No damnit! Not mine! _ He snarled at himself and gave his head a shake

"What happens to the shells?"

"I think they're absorbed." Rogeth gave a shrug. "Ishtar gutted and crushed his entire clutch trying to get free from his shell. Damn shame too."

:Only the strong survive birth.: Sean started as Ishtar's voice slipped into his mind. It was laden with some emotion that he couldn't begin to fathom.

:So I shouldn't help her?: He sent back, but found silence as his only answer. When he tried to reach towards the drapen's mind he found it closed off entirely. Ishtar wasn't interested in his response or questions.

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Lathera grunted as her chest was shoved down against what felt like hard leather. Her claws scrabbled against the ground as she tried to get purchase, but all that met her claws was smooth stone. Her normal handler wasn't among the group that surrounded her. These men were large and heavier bodied as they used sheer muscles to pin her down as leather straps were buckled around her upper shoulders. Her haunches and lower body were completely free as she struggled to get her head back. One of the men holding her moved in too close and she twisted her head to suddenly strike out against his forearm. There was a satisfying scream before she tasted blood. It was enough to give her the energy to try to lunge forward again.

"Stop working her up!" A voice shouted sharply behind her and a hand gripped right behind her head.

The fingers nearly bruised her scales as she tried uselessly to get her head back to strike at him. Whoever held her did so in the same way that someone might hold a snakes head. She couldn't turn it to the left or right as a heavy padded muzzle was brought into view. The straps dropped over her head and soon tightened to the point that her jaws were forced together. It happened so suddenly that she nearly severed her tongue when her teeth clicked together. Her snarl rose up in volume and warning as she struggled to free her head of the contraption. No matter how she twisted and pulled it remained firmly affixed to her head. It enraged her, but at least the hand on the back of her neck let her go so she could swing her head around.

The handlers moved with a quick efficiency and paid her as much attention as they would have a bit of hay that needed shifting. Through it all she could feel the strain and pressure of her stomach change and ripple. It was a distraction, but not enough of one that she could focus on that rather than what they were doing. A heavy collar like device was wrapped around the base of her tail and rigged into a chain that pulled it up high. When she attempted to kick out with her hind legs the handlers ignored her violence and neatly caught the appendages. She half way expected that they'd be tied beneath her, but instead they pulled them apart painfully wide. A hard poke was pushed between them and the restraints on either end affixed to her ankles to keep them apart. The end of the pole dug cruelly against her ankles.

"Now, you'll be able to tell by touch how to proceed. Just be careful when entering her. She's not designed to stretch there and I wouldn't wish her torn or damaged." The cool voice sent a shiver down her spine and she muffled a whimper.

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Sean tried to avert his eyes as the men finished trussing the poor female up. It was unlike how he'd seen her when he'd been in control of Ishtar's body, but not entirely. There was just enough familiar positioning that he could feel his cheeks starting to darken with a flush no matter how he tried to hide it. It wasn't just that he was ashamed of what he'd done, but that some part of his body recalled intimately what he'd done. He finally managed to turn away when one of the servants brought a shallow basin of something that looked like a very watered down oil. A touch to the surface revealed it was exactly what it looked like. It clung and slid along the underside of his finger as he listened to Rogeth talk.

He should just walk away. He didn't want to torment the creature; he didn't want anything to do her at all! He could have walked away and pled that he didn't know what he was doing, but who else would do it? He could at least have done with it swiftly and cleanly. He could spare her someone who didn't know what he was doing possibly hurting her. It! He must think of it as an it! But try as he might to disassociate and look at the dracine as something else, his body remembered all too well exactly how female she was. With a deep breath he turned back to the oil and avoided glancing at Rogeth. The man seemed to be enjoying his discomfort.

The oil was warm to the touch as he spread it over his hands. It dribbled easily as it concentrated it mostly on his right hand and tried to layer it on thickly. He'd expected that it would be some sort of cooking oil, but the scent it released took away any notion that it might be something so innocent. It smelled faintly spicy and earthy. It was a scent anyone who'd spent any time with women knew. It wasn't expensive, but it wasn't cheap either. It was a fine oil used by many of the whore houses and ladies of the night. It could be used as lubricant or rubbed along bare flesh to make it gleam and attract attention to certain parts. The flush that he had thought he had banished returned hotly and he sucked in a breath before glaring over at Rogeth. Damn that man! What did he know?

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She twisted her head back and was able to partially look behind her to see the man she had first met rubbing oil along his hand. The basin seemed to be full of it as he continued to dip his hand into it and trickle it down along his wrist. If anything, he looked as unhappy with the situation as she did. She'd heard enough of their discussion earlier to know what he planned to do and the thought made her twitch her tail in the urge to protect herself. So what if the hatchlings destroyed each other? These weren't her children! These were the misbegotten offspring of an animal! She writhed as the shape disappeared from view entirely.

"Easy, easy... " The semi-familiar voice murmured, though her sharp ears could detect a faint crack in the tone. "Just calm down now, just be still, my good girl, beautiful girl.."

The nonsense continued with endearments she cared little about as fingers rubbed beneath her tail. They didn't go low, instead they went high and rubbed along the opening to her anal ring. She tensed up and writhed against the restraints, but the touch spread warm oil along the smaller scales and the break between them. She could feel the rivulets trailing down along her haunches as a tremor ran along the length of her spine. The fingers weren't harsh, but they were firm as they started to work the oil inwards and between the scales along the opening. She could feel it slickening and warming one finger started to push forward making her whimper and tense up. Her muscles contracted in protest as another hand moved to cup her swollen stomach.

As the fingers spread over her belly scales she felt the movements and shifting increase. It wasn't exactly painful, but it wasn't pleasurable either. She writhed against the leather restraints and whined out a protest as the finger started to wedge itself into her body. The push of it spread the ring of muscle open wider and wider before a second and third pulled in tight. She leaned forward as the oil pushed its way into her passage and she flared her nostrils wide. The man wasn't just trying to penetrate her with a finger! He'd combined his thumb and fingers together to use it to wedge her open wider and wider. The walls straining and then burning as they were forced to wrap tightly around the fingers that plunged inwards. It wasn't the momentary flash of pain that she'd become accustomed to, but an ache that made her whine out in a frantic pitch and try to kick her hind legs back.

"Easy, I know, easy, easy, it'll be over quick.." The voice sounded just as unsure as the fingers plunged in and rapidly came to the apex of the knuckles.

She had thought she had lost nearly all of her shame. All that she'd had done to her had built up until she had assumed there was nothing left they could do to torment her. The feel of her anal passage being violated reminded her there was always something more they could do. Fear, anger and pain warred together as the flesh ached and strained. The hand on her stomach pushed up against the eggs and she felt the shifting movements dig in against the tender walls of her egg chamber. She gave another writhing kick to try and get away, but that was a mistake. The thickness of the knuckles suddenly plunged forward against the ring of muscle and her whine turned into a high pitched shriek.

Lathera jerked her neck back and tried to open her jaws as the aching pine spiked into the nauseating sensation that made her fear she'd been torn. Her walls clenched down around the wrist as the man pushed into her anal passage without waiting for her to recover. It only aggravated the abused muscles further as he pushed his way inwards. The feel of the wrist pushed in deeper as her entire body was forced to conform around the knuckles until he flattened them down so she was stretched wide. The fingers themselves pushed and probed against her passage. The pressure grew as they seemed to put pressure along lower belly while she panted out shallowly. She clenched down tightly and tried to fight the continued penetration, but it didn't stop it. Nothing stopped it.

The fingers pushed against a ridge of flesh inside of her that formed her cervix beneath and suddenly found something softer to dig at. The eggs in her stomach shifted and she let out a hoarse shriek as her tail attempted to snap him in the head. The fingers on her stomach continued to probe up as things inside of her started to shift. Her breathing came out harshly while the movements only tugged harder. She would have been sobbing if she could have, but all she had left to her was the hoarse whines that let her vent out some of the torment. Not even when she'd had that damned beast on her back had she felt so violated. And his fingers continued to push against the eggs until one of them was pulled backwards and jammed up tight against the inside of her cervix.

"I have one, do I just hold it here?" The man's voice sounded strained and Lathera whimpered as the egg put more pressure on her plugged cervix.

"Put more pressure where it has the least amount of give. It seems to reason you could help it tear free." The other voice came far too close, but she didn't want to lift her head.

Whatever the one violating her thought, he didn't vocalize it. The pressure on her cervix was almost bruising as she dimly felt something pushing and shifting there. It was insistent and made her muscles ripple in reaction as she felt the finger against her belly suddenly dig up hard. Her scales dented in as the hide beneath was bruised, but not as badly as her passage. The fingers that dipped down inside of her suddenly put down enough pressure that she felt as if she were being torn in two. Her shriek came out higher and only the restraints kept her up as she tried to kick and twist in the restraints. She could dimly feel saliva gathering along her muzzle as she tried to fight free, but the pressure just increased and more hands gripped her hind quarters.

"Hold her still!"

"Keep the tail up away from him!"

"Make sure her legs are spread all the way!"

The voices blurred as she gave over the visceral and mindless terror that damage was being done to her. Nerves were clamped down together and pinched as the pressure in her stomach grew to a crescendo. Something kicked out hard against her cervix and she squealed out as the fingers twisted against her anal passage and her stomach. The pressure against her cervix made her sure she was about to feel it push into her passage, but somehow it never did. Instead something hard and sharp scraped against the interior of it like a minute barb that made her buck her body until she could partially hear some of the leather tearing. A body dropped down over her back as the fingers mercifully released the pressure and she was left shaking.

Her passage contracted around the fist and wrist while every part of her body trembled. Her entire stomach felt bruised as the pressure relaxed and the burning pain barely faded into something bearable. She felt a moment of angry fear that no one made a move to release her. Instead she felt the shifting in her stomach start to settle. The nudge against her gravid stomach wasn't that of an egg, but it felt distinctly like a head and paws. It was somewhat uncomfortable, but that discomfort was lost in the ache that had become her lower body. The oil that spilled out of her passage ran along her hind legs while she tried to weakly struggle away again. The body on her back just pushed her down harder against the stone ground.

"Easy..easy so sorry, girl, it's okay easy.." The voice that had never stopped talking finally made sense, "Just two more, just two. That's a girl, my brave girl."

Two? Two more eggs. Her stomach convulsed in fear and dread as the fingers started to probe along her passage and stomach both. She felt a wave of pure despair come over her as she choked out a noise that should have been a sob. Lathera couldn't take any more of this! What other choice did she have?

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